John
Alex lived in walls of electric blue, contemplating.
He believed he should change something.
When he left the walls, people would speak
In violent slurs that made him weak.
He decided he would rearrange his features,
Book a hospital procedure to appease human creatures.
Alex had become John after he arrived.
John is an animal, innocent and doe-eyed.
I am now John's scarred face, I am the reason
he lays in whitewalls. The reason no one
recognizes John. The reason he lays
in hospital sheets. The reason he's here.
I am John's curiosity, anticipation, joy,
as the surgeons tell him who he can be.
"You just need to act the part."
"We will be sure to fix you this time."
He could be Ponyboy, Jack, Willy, Jake, Holden.
He could choose, he could choose anything he wanted.
He could be a child, a suit, a salesman, an actor, a runaway.
But it wouldn't matter, because Alex
has become John and
all his walls
are now
white
.