No ones home

Why oh, why do I torment myself so?
What is right and what is wrong?

I am one; individual and unique.
Yet, I judge myself by the opinions of those who are not like me.
I am the one doing all the judging.
Am I not a fool then?

What should and should not be?
Clearly that should be based on what I decide.

What I do should be okay in my own mind.
I have my reasons and if it’s okay, I should sleep at night.

It is not so simple though.
For my actions impacts on those around me; so they should have a say, not?
If only I could surround myself with those that think like me.
Then it could be ideal.

I am one; individual and unique.
What a task to find another as loony as I.

For now, I suppose, I will have to act within the bounds of others’ belief.
My mask will be colourful; throw them off as to who I really am.

Oh human kind, how silly you are; running like sheep, feed a front the slaughterhouse.
If I had to be a wolf, I could walk right up to them; sniff and at leisure pick my meal.
I often checked for intelligence, but for that you require a brain.
Your silly laws and false believes, prevents you from being free.

I search for my kind, but they have all disguised themselves.
So, I search behind the masks, so far only finding sheep.
By : Thys Groesbeek