Ghosts

Ghosts

Flipping through the pages
Searching for an image from the past
A photograph
Finding it I gaze upon the likeness and remember
Remember how cruel he was
How he used others
The prejudices he carried
The hatred
I recall how cold he could be
Calculating
Plotting
Manipulative
More machine than human
Oh, but how he could act
He fooled them all
They believed they knew him
Thought he was sweet and kind
Innocent
Helpful
Yes, he fooled them all
Except one
He was never good enough to fool me
I knew what he was really like
Knew the depths of his darkness
The extent of his evil
And yet, for so long, I did nothing to stop him
I can never forgive my inaction
Closing the old yearbook I realize
Realize I still feel hate
Hate for what I once was

-megazone, visiting the past, 8/15/92