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.