Manifesto

The "real" me is made up of my ability to be alternate me's.
The world is my stage and each day provides me with a new scene.
I peruse through my closet contemplating which character I will be today.
With a wishy-washy confidence
a definite hesitance
a matter-of-fact mood
gritty and glistening, horrific and intriguing,
all co-existing together.

Red is the color, the attitude
Passion, blood, insanity, love
All-encompassing, terribly captivating
With scatter-brain certainty
the fairy tale fixings
and demonic adversaries
alcoholic enemies and friends,
all with their own problems, but
never as twisted as mine.

The world is a circus ring
and only the most bizarre, sinister, and disturbing
have the potential to be my circus freaks
Step right up, the show starts in 5
yet none of you are allowed in, sorry.
My circus was made by freaks FOR freaks.
Where no one feels as alone
an individualized conformity.

The day-in and day-out sequence skips over in my head
While the metaphoric display of creatures and characters
mingle with the rapid changing shots of everyday
Memories blur with one another, covering my eyes completely
All I can do is stumble around in the dark
Held up by strings as if the booze has
Weighted me down a hundred times
Yet I continue to trudge through the muck called life.

I'm beginning to believe happiness only exists in my memories.
But each moment is determined by the next.
Nothing is free. Only able to dabble in the freedom of our dreams.
and even there, most fail to explore.
The cheapest vacation that no one even knows about.
Well they're foolish...
and lucky,
that I'm willing to extend an invitation to my cabana,
where I can escape and explore the complexes of my thoughts.
What they do not know though, is that my vacation spot is full of
freaks, animals, and booze.