Satisfied

Milk Wood

 

Let the music play.

And smile.

They tell you about her.

You don't recognize her in their words. But you smile.

They talk about what they don't know, veiled words of criticism oozing through.

Smile. Always smile.

Because letting them know what you really think would show ungratefulness.

And you're not ungrateful.

Let the music play.

Words turn into this vague hum.

And you try to make sense of it all. But you don't want to, because you know all about her.

They are satisfied. They have now established themselves as better than you.

It's OK. It's OK...

You smile.

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