The Good Times... Poem by RIC BASTASA

something's wrong somehow
why he cannot remember the good times
as what persist are those which hurt
him much
and
which had eventually damaged his
disposition to humans

how cruel they were
how destructive
how deceptive
how selfish

what makes him different?
his cruel isolation
his destructive thoughts
his deceptive schemes at others
whom he thinks are trying
to destroy him first
how selfish are his ways too

and how he could not see himself
with them
how self-righteous could he be too
without the mirror