There’s one type of person of whom I’ll never be jealous:
One that’s always sincere and a bit overzealous,
That takes their day with a side of emotion,
Can’t accept a kind word without a commotion.
The more open you act, the less honest you seem,
After watching a while, I am ready to deem
That all your sincerity’s making me feel
A bit nauseous; you’re forward, but none of it’s real.