i’ve parlayed paranoia into a profession.
my compass steering me to a safer place
i cannot always be found unless
i tell you.
it is all I can control.
vaguely hiding my identity like The Shadow.
cloaking my face as though scarred.
i didn’t make this up
or ask for it.
there are all kinds of fame.
you call it love,
i call it obsession
showing up at my door as if invited
lurking on the dark church steps
near my home
crossing highways to get a better look
that you should keep locked up
your perceived romance
a violent intrusion of my trust.
having to take a new name
so that i may be left alone
by the insane.
things happen in life
to scare people
- Nom de plume. (mayjeanc.wordpress.com)
- Nom de Plume: A (Secret) History of Pseudonyms (3quarksdaily.com)