All those strangers,
who thought they knew me after no amount of time.
I thought I knew them too.
“We think so highly of you,” they said.
So, now that I have turned their world upside down,
turned it on its head . . .
Do they still think so highly of me?
Now they know, I am nothing more
a hybrid of good and evil.
Is it me, or is it truly them?
I make no claims to be nothing more than what I am.
So it must be them,
these people who live in a dream land.
It must be nice,
except when confronted with the hard facts of life . . .
I don’t care.