Bunny suit

It’s not about who I am

It’s about who you believe

The sea that seems calm to the seal

Is turbulent to the penguin

And beautiful to some version of me

Everyone gets a piece of me

Most of them get a similar piece

There is no doubt if all notes coincide

It's just a way to entrap

To show the seal

Or let the penguin collapse

Some people are wolves

Others are sheep

And they all lie

Who am I?

I guess that depends on who you ask

A new version of me

There is no version that I love

Some versions are better than others

Most are annoyingly plain

I pretend they’re bearable

Like water to moisten a dry piece of bread

The book is sad

Telling a story with no direction

No hope, no beauty

A few failed attempts at a happy trail

But the pages are all I have

They say nothing of interest

Yet I find solace in the emptiness of their words

A small rush as my fingertips brush against each page

Searching for something to entertain

The song between the noises

I don’t care about the ending

Expecting change is an illusion

I just want to see the final page

I just want the story to end