Then again, this way,
if I have to cover my pain-in-the-ass bit up with generally more welcomed ways,
even when talking to you,
when is the time I can just be a deflated, helpless thing and talk about it?
And to whom? 

You are a terrapin.
If you are not the one I can talk freely to, what can be?  A stone or a tree?
A bookshelf?
A pen??
Now I sound like a really very crazy person, don't I? A woman who talks to her pen. 
But if I don't do it out loud,
......still strange?
What do you think?

Beethoven said that he likes a tree more than a man.
So, maybe, he might have been talking to trees! 
What would you say?