Happier
It's true.
When I first met you,
I didn't like you at all.
Knowing who I was
When we'd never met
Threw me for a loop.
Who the hell were you?
And I could tell
Something was fake about your smile.
Honestly, if you'd be you,
You'd be a whole lot happier.
(October 1998)
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