When not being real
I hide away.
This mind; transparent slides
Where my life is exposed.
So I hide for me.
Under any light you can see them-
Authority, keep your Expert eye off of me.
You don’t cause my tremors
I tell my tale.
But I still hide for me.
All, behold the ravaged, unkempt temple.
No mirage, no dim light, no casting shade.
I own this bag of broken limbs—they know well
I’m on display
I hide for no one – I am me.