That Thing You Do

Dear MJW,

I am really upset with you. You don't tell me shit and in public, you comport yourself like I'm your one and only confidante. What is that?

I tell you what, your flawless public facade, masked public despair.

I know something.

A big thing.

But I won't say anything.

Nothing!

'Cuz you acted like a King, in full swing.

Fine. I'll let you do your own thing.

Bye MJW. 

 p/s: You have upset the applecart and there will be unfortunate corollary, 

which you have to pay, ALONE.