I Really Hate That Guy

I really hate that guy...

He smiles when he is in pain and tells everyone he is, "Fine" or "OK". He is polite to people when he would rather be elsewhere and puts a smile and tries to enjoy himself. He is also polite to people just because it benefits other people, because he does not want to upset those people or cause a problem for those people around him. He keeps his mouth shut when there are times when I would have told people off in some of the strongest language. He does not tell so much that he could. He stays around when he knows it would be so much easier to walk away. He wears the right clothes at the right times, trying to play just another person among the other people.

That is the guy I put on to cover what hides beneath. Sometimes, I really hate that guy, but he can be really useful as well.

Cheers,

Henry.