most of the time
it feels as if people only placate her
listening to the girl
making all the noise
while she laughs too hard
talks too fast
letting words fall out
like marbles on tile
but she is only speaking
what is at the forefront of her mind
never what is within
and the person that you hear
is not who she is
it is the surface, the mask
that gets her through the day
filtering her feelings
curbing her thoughts
so that you get the person
she thinks will offend you less
that bid for connection
and then, the shame