Looking at the Past.

I saw a picture
of you.
I have not seen you
in about 22 yrs.
I almost did not
recognize you.
Then I looked closer
and I saw you.
The ugliness.
The monster.
When you were younger,
you were handsome
and nobody could
see how you
were on the inside.
You had a disguise.
You could do
what you wanted.
No one would believe
that you this handsome
man could do anything
so bad.
But I see that God has
stripped you of your
disguise.
you now look
on the outside
like you do on
the inside.
Old, tortured.
Demons for
everyone to see.
Looking into
the Past I am
so glad I am
in the here
and now.
I am glad
that everyone
can see you
for what you
are, and I
do not have to
say a word.
No one can
look Past it
anymore.