The sociopathic blindness
I am the misconceived
Unconnected son of an ordinary woman
Who baked as many cakes as your Mom, loved me as much.
My father went to war, saved the nation, came home with medals
Shell shocked head, memories he cannot tell.
Something went wrong with me.
It was not the boyish pranks, soap on your windows
Halloween t.p. on your house and car
I am evil behind a mask… etc. etc….