His Story Poem by RIC BASTASA

he likes to think that he is welcome here

that Someone placed him here as gentle
as those invisible hands of the caressing winds

so he stays

the people around him are filling his skin with rules
those that must not be done

so he is scared and
scarred

to keep the usefulness of sanity intact
he must pretend as that is the only way to survive

many have been hanged by reason of honesty
and those who lie have become living heroes

in his throne
he is king now

king of hypocrites
master of lies

and all the people who make the rules love him
inside he screams

tonight he goes for another kill
like a vampire

in the morning his mouth is clean
his face well shaven

the mirror mocks him all day
but who cares? he'd say

'i am your creation
and so i too have to create all of you

i am the monster that you love
and so here i am day by day eating each one of you'

glance at the world
it is happy because of you

morning angel
night's devil