Question of Betrayal : In 100 Words

My wise-crackin' appears to have betrayed me.  Which inspires me to play a token of innocence. Was I to know people would take me at false-face value, happily ignorant of the deep sorrow hoarded beneath the surface, a history protected in the corners of my secret heart? Friends who say all the right wise things, but rarely ask them, never demand I do the same, and listen long enough to hear only what they wish? Are these friends indeed? Or may I lay the blame for this debacle at their feet? At her feet?

Please? May I?

I feared not.