open the lid,
peel back the skin,
turn the page.

it’s not what you expected,
it’s never what you expected,
this visceral view can shock
to see the inner-workings,
to watch the ghost within
frantically pulling strings
while raging and screaming,
while crying and laughing,
while bleeding and dying,
that he might LIVE out loud
(at least inside)

it’s not what you expected,
i’m not what you expected,
you wanted only joy in the end,
you wanted make believe,
you wanted to pretend
that i would not deceive.
but maybe if you peek
you might become infected
with the dis-ease that is me
and should you survive
you might then evolve
into something slightly,
something possibly,
more
free.