Reid Wells
Why is my meaning
So painfully obvious
To everyone except me
I’ll never be mysterious
I don’t want to be!
Rather be misunderstood on my own term
I am an opened-mouth-secret
And my depths are profound
–not intellectual
Just,
Like a cube has many faces
The merging is painful
Shaving down the edges
Borders grown of shame
Inside becomes out
I pursue it in earnest
I give up the comfort to become honest
What funny little shells we wear and adorn with lies
As if they cannot see the crooked way we lurch
I ought to become like a chameleon
Go read a fucking saurology book then get back to me on that
Maybe I’m just a lizard at heart