Reflection of a Fool

As a youngster, I sat on a throne of judgment,

mocking the faltering steps of others,

measuring their worth by their mistakes,

laughing at their stupidity,

believing I was different, better,

but how naive I was.

Now, as the years weigh heavy on me with experience,

I look back and see my own reflection,

a fool ridiculing fools.

What is a brain without a heart?

A cruel blade that cuts even the hand that wields it, a clown who imprisoned himself yet still searching for the keys,

A cold hearted clown performing in a circus called: "The Loop of Doom".

And here I stand,

a heartless fool,

who once thought himself wise but only knows nothing but Fighting demons.