Decorated

The image that I give myself to present to those

that are not me, is a sight I know in theory is me.

But there is something off kilter about this look of mine.

There is a disconnect from the rules of the world

inside my true self, but this image I created has no problem

with the rules.

I start to think is there something wrong with my real image?

Is it a beast, a dream, or the unsustainable self?

None of the others have the answers, they are images as well.

I want to undecorate  my survival self

and return to who I think I really am,

but those decorations have been up so long

that my real self has become the decoration.