You thrive over your ironic nature, your one true joy.
You find humor in others' misery.
The oppressor of the oppressed,
The killer of dreams unborn.

But did nature provide you with the biggest irony of them all?
For I am you and you are I.
And in my reflection I see the look in my eyes, in the eyes that are yours.

Repulsed by my own true self, I live in disguise.
For life in this masquerade is more bearable than the veracity beneath the masks .
More can be endured knowing that a disguise can fool the rest.

Yet you are never the fool, are you?
No, because where you stand is always the best for everyone,
and where the rest of us are is simple foolishness.
If it is not your bright opinion,
it is imprudent, it is brainless, it is deceitful.
Because clearly the world is too dense to survive against the mind that is yours.

In plain sight, you are the man that gives his all to provide for the rest.
Beneath it all, when the masks are stripped from the distressed,
all there is, is anguish in the dreams that never saw the light of day.
You killed it all.

So enjoy your triumph, you finally prevailed.
While the rest of us try to pull together whatever dignity lies behind the strangers,
and move past your loving paternal ways.