Redemption Starts With My Name - Canto 7 Poem by Rodion Myshkin

Will my name be a noun
For you to rebound in ill renown,
A straightjacket for an identity
I howl out it's fake,
N sheath my skins, the snake
You hunt to prey with no pity.

Can't you heed nor hear!
Oh mirrors, don't be fooled
By my guise from your senses,
That you found past yesterday's fences
Or chanced to meet in morrow's pretenses,
For past that futures make
Lasts like sutures space.

Wait till it goes up in smoke n scam
I await to slacken my ego's pace,
Let my moniker be my monogram
Or else, I'll hide my face!