The Expense

I lose my identity It's no longer safe and I leave But where to? There's nowhere else I can be I resume what I do, vacantly I shelter up and protect What little's left in my chest Let visitors in with suspense Await the expense I listen and watch with intent Noticing clues, truths inside the indents Try deduce what's behind this event The face and the show, both pretend Receded in my place The corner at the end of the chase Biding time, and resign And erase