Even when I was joyous, people could not tell. I thought the spark in my eye would give it away. It never did.
I felt horrible for my children who thought their daddy was never happy. But, I tried to make up for it in words and constant hugs, rustling of hair.
People can’t see colors. People can’t hear things. I can’t smile. I’ve tried countless times, each one a horrible disaster of pain, teeth and blood.
I felt bad for ones I just met, the ones who thought I was an asshole during their initial jokes, for not smiling during a chance meeting, for the lack of sly kindness or flirtation.
With a continual serious demeanor, there are few friends, none new. There has been name-calling; there have been many fights.
Sometimes, I let them swing for my face and hope.
Bare Mutants (members of Ponys, Mannequin Men, The 1900's) are a Chicago band who released their latest album, The Affliction, earlier this month. They may suck at life, but not at music.