The scariest creatures are the unknown.

Corralled into my container, the countless hours of my life tick by...
Wasted.
The ring leader sponges off his carnie's with his deception.
And the carnie's play along, living their lives in unrecognized sorrow.
I was different, though. I saw through his foolish facade,
Heat-seeked through his twigy body to his frigid heart.
To stand up to the big man, and be shoved down into the dirt to decompose as the worthless piece of garbage he saw me to be.
To hide away, and see him continue to steal my life along with my carny innocents.
To be stabbed in every possible limb, left to bleed out and struggle... Never to die.
Suffering.
Words shuffle around my life as the many viewers of this ring spit and pick at me,
Tearing me apart with the articulations of lies.
Not a day in my life, they've tried to look through me, into my mind, my heart...
Even the never-seen-before stand baffled, too petrified to learn about our act, joining the rest hand in hand.

The scariest creatures are the unknown.

Shut up into my tiny, intricate box, I lay wondering... dreaming...
How it would seem to befriend an outsider...
Someone who hasn't witnessed the joke of my life...
Someone that wouldn't refer to me as "That carnie freak"
Or someone who wouldn't laugh at me, and constantly shove me about like the monstrous, dark waves of the ocean.
A human being.

The scariest creatures are the unknown.