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.