Sometimes
I just want to scream at the world
let civility fall away
to destroy what is breakable
just to destroy;
to let the delicious taste of other's shock
the glory of the release of strength
the total submission to wondrous dark
escape, in one, encompassing blast...
Sometimes
simple knowledge isn't enough
one's own
knowledge of Truth
does not always compensate
for the infuriatingly blind stupidity of others,
their sheer ignorance an insult to my sanity.
But ignorance is precious
ignorance is trust
an ethereal thing
the last, hidden, trump
and it's impossible to return the cat to the bag
once the strings are cut,
for trust is a rather breakable thing.
So I will play the fool
if, for only a little while longer...
Sometimes
the sanity of others
must be sacrificed for their own safety,
must be sacrificed for my own sanity
by their little frustrations
minor torments
the untold truths of not-quite-lies
the manipulation of assumption
and hints of secrets never told,
I'll satisfy myself
with only hints
though I'd really rather just tell someone all,
if only...
oh well then; just hints...
Sometimes
I wonder if I'm wearing a mask
but then I know the mask is truth
I sometimes wonder if my face is true
but then I know it for a mask.
The endless sides of a faceted stone
each one-dimensional side as true as the rest
but each showing a different cast of the light.
A single facet is not the truth
as a single letter is not a true word
as a single color does not make white, or dark.
Sum of the parts,
parts of the whole,
the whole as seen through a single, tiny crack.
Will they run screaming when they see more of the truth?
Assuming that this evil, new face
is the only truth there is?
That would prove amusing,
they shall possibly try to destroy me,
heart and soul;
if so, I shall return the favor,
then hate myself till the end of days
Will they grow complacent
when yet they see still another side?
Assuming that this new, cute face
is the only truth there is?
That would again prove amusing,
to have love finally returned;
but always, certain
acts
words
Deeds
will keep them...somewhat unbalanced
and guessing.
But that is my nature,
Deal with it.
Well this actually started out as something else, but about halfway through I realized that it sounded something like our purple-haired Mazoku might do or say. So I finished this with that intent...only to realize that it still fit my original subject. Scary.
The original subject you ask?
^_^
Sore wa himitsu desu! giggles at the irony