CARNIVAL OF GUILT
I was greeted well enough at the door,
Giving my ticket to the clown.
I saw attractions by the score,
Still, none seemed to slow me down.
I heard laughter all around me,
Yet, I felt a silent jeer.
No, it didn't take me long to see
I was not welcome here.
Heads were turning, eyes were burning,
Suddenly, all laughs were gone.
Only silent glares and my stomach, churning,
In repulsed fear pushed me on.
I walked faster, yet so did they,
What this horde wanted I did not know.
Running to the nearest door on my way,
I found myself at "The Freak Show".
Sneaking backstage, in hopes to hide,
I saw a two-headed man in a fight
Against himself, each head taking a side,
But neither side was right.
Both looked at me, without words being said,
Each pointing their given hand to a door.
Smiling, as if somehow my thoughts they read,
They knew what I was here for.
Walking inside, with what I saw,
Thought defunct my human eyes.
Though inside I was struck with awe,
I tried not to show surprise.
I saw a four legged woman walking
With a man who had no legs at all,
Living, loving, laughing and talking
As if he stood ten feet tall.
A bearded lady singing, soft in tone
To a man who had two noses.
A man so skinny he looked to lack bone
In the mirror, practicing poses.
I stood, amazed, at the shapes he took,
As my misdirected thoughts ran.
It seemed he could make himself to look
Like anything but a "normal" man.
As if sensing my questioning mind,
A boy approached beginning to speak,
"Stay, safely, here awhile, you will find
The answers to that which you seek."
I looked down seeing each arm without hand,
But pinchers like a lobster, instead.
He said, "There's things the world won't understand
That can be grasped in here, full-fled."
He gestured to a snake-skinned man
And said, "Beauty, truly is in the eye.
Viewed by the world, a charlatan,
Won't you give the magic mirror a try."
So I Stepped over and took my view,
Beheld a man without a face.
It was suddenly so clear, I knew,
In life I'd finally found my place.
Now every night people stop and stare,
Maybe we just raise their self-esteem.
Some pity us thinking it's not fair,
Others think were just here to scheme.
But I recall the other side, I know
What leads you to jeer and jilt.
And what you see as "The Freak Show"
Is nothing but your carnival of guilt.
Loneliness isn't in being alone,
Loneliness is alone in being.
[This message has been edited by Michael (edited 11-24-1999).]