Beneath The Guise Of Idiosyncrasies Poem by Vision Ghost

So hurt that the obvious hides, behind the idiosyncratic
Always trying your best, when behaving like a lunatic
Sometimes the madness; to cover the truth is obscurantist
Far be it from a soft interior, or the hardened exhibitionist

Turning in your brain, as does the stomachs interior breach
Such condition which for us should always, but seldom teach
Thus it is that I cannot comprehend, the right way to walk
So I struggle to find straight lines, when the hate does stalk

My own self loathing for past moments, of cringing events
Ignorance my only excuse, rushing to my aid in my defence
Slapped in the face as I know, I can’t fight back the evidence
Mounting debts in formulae of human, behavioural science

Maybe I should dance around, and keep the amusement here
That keeps the laughter on me, and not at the places I so fear
Playing the ever bemused, when the clarity has faded away
Stayed in bed and never saw the daylight, of the passing day

Contravene the agnostics, so I run to open, escaping options
Deny an obligation until the truth will finally, out the fortunes
But somehow keep going back, to repeat the same mistakes
Heightening the risks that are now, forever raising the stakes

Everything in strictest confidence, until the words fall out
Looking back and asking, just what the hell was that about?
Should I change my face of many colours, or keep the song
That’s played in such climatic verses, and always for so long

Drumming away on the sub conscious, before rising like air
From the incandescent soup, I try to cover in darkest stare
So erratic as the environment with myself, contained changes
Frequently and so quickly, I loose step and reality disengages

Make up a new structure of the self I am, for everyone else
Yet somehow, somewhere, someone figures it all in ace
Of their damning intelligence, which unmasks the suitor
And reveals the pale skin beneath, the newly found captor

Trapped in the chemical of social decree, to mock and tease
Such a plaything for the bullies, who say as they ever please
Shrinking away again to hide in a box, I wish to be left alone
Exposed until my every layer, has been stripped to the bone