When I looked in the mirror
I didn’t see a criminal.
I saw only my own features
Staring back at me.
I saw no evil lurking behind those eyes
There was no maliciousness
Or intent towards harm.
They were just my eyes.
As a child I had thrilled at the thought
Of living close to the edge.
Spear fishing and free climbing
Were amongst my favourite things.
I had no time for people my age,
They were immature and,
If I was perfectly honest,
Beneath me and my endeavours.
In sports, I excelled and took great pride
In the defeat of others,
Their disappointment, even their tears,
As I reigned victorious fed me.
Possession meant nothing to me
And even less the possession of others,
What was yours was mine
And save your whiney complaints.
It wasn’t my fault that you failed
At keeping what you obviously valued
But it was clearly better that I had it
When you couldn’t take care of it.
As I grew and was allowed more freedom
From my overly affectionate parents
Who clung to me like limpets
Craving my attention, always.
The rush as the train swept by the station,
My toes and face mere inches away,
Made my heart race like nothing else
And I longed to relive that sensation.
Learning to drive, I had no time for others,
Their need to merge or desire to overtake.
They were at my mercy and I had none.
They were weak and I was not.
When I went to university,
Women threw themselves at me.
I had them all and then some,
They didn’t need to say a word.
They gave me what I wanted
And even when they didn’t
I took that to which I was entitled
They thanked me for that gift.
But I had no time for them
Or their interminable needs,
I had a world to conquer
And they simply slowed me down.
I heard what people said of me,
They couldn’t help themselves.
Of course, they had to make up stories
To make themselves feel better.
They all knew that I was smarter,
That they’d be begging for my time
When I flying high above them –
They’d pay to scrape dirt from my shoe.
The police that first spoke to me
Knew what I was saying was true
But the system was stacked against me
Because it was afraid of my potential.
Those women used their bodies against me,
Claiming they didn’t give their consent.
I simply took what was on offer,
I’m not responsible for their buyer’s remorse.
I watched them each day from the dock,
Wanting to shut their filthy mouths,
And I imagined how I would show them
Who was really in charge.
The jury took less than an hour
And I knew as soon as I saw,
The bitches had gotten their way
By spinning their tale of woe.
I had jumped the rail before they realised
And had my hand around the foreman’s neck
Whispering all the things I was going to do
That I knew his wife wouldn’t be able to resist.
I was in every headline.
I was the star of the show.
I was the master of my own destiny
And I controlled every word they said.
They were minions before me, every one,
As they lined up to peek in my brain.
Their pathetic need to be near me
And to have their name associated with mine.
I am the top dog of this facility
Where they keep me under lock and key,
Afraid of my brilliance and courage,
They could never be anything like me.
They will eventually see the error of their ways
And I will once more take my place
Ready to grace every history book
That dares to live up to my expectations.
But for now, I bide my time
And imagine how those that have wronged me
Will be made to pay for their betrayal
And suffer the consequences of their actions.
They will regret ever meeting me,
For they will have brought it all on themselves,
By daring to think they are better
After being seduced by my charm.
I was the greatest they ever had,
And I will be one last time,
For they will never have another
After I get my hands on them.
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