This skin I'm in is grim

 

It hides my shape, it hides me, it's just someone else that I'm in.

 

As I walk these halls,  these concrete streets the people that I meet don't see me for me.

 

Its just a cover that they see.

 

And I know they say don't judge a book by its cover but it's hard when these pages that are me are bound to a cover that does not represent me.

 

A cover with a different title, a wrong genre, a false blurb and uninformed reviews from those that call themselves my friends.

 

4.5 stars. Great guy, selfless, odd craving for red meat. Dave. Co-worker

 

5 stars. Reliable, great on the grill, disappears without notice sometimes but at least he comes back. Rob.

 

I often feel like I'm present, but not all there. Keeping the real me inside.

 

If I came out as who I am would they be scared? Would they run? Would they hide? What would they do if I let showed them what's inside, if I showed them my gizzards.

 

Of course they would run, because I'm really a lizard.

 

And the years ive forbidden people to see what I've hidden.

 

From my emerald scales to my spiked tail. With my lizard brethren, our plans will never fail.

 

And you will never find, what we are all behind. Mostly because we have the power to control your mind.

Obey we say and you say yay. I will serve you. What do I do?

 

Ignore we say.

 

Haven't you noticed why,

 

All these conspiracy theorists die?

 

They know to much, they become our prey.

 

This skin I'm in used to be called Jim. Now instead it’s Kling.

 

It was always us. The Egyptians had help, the moon landing was faked, we sold the earth in a trade deal with aliens from outer space.

 

And with glee we sit, we watch, we, the illuminati.

 

Because don't you see? You're not free. We control you. You are but lambs to the slaughter, for our new world order.