I am a secret

even to myself.

I am darker

than I can accept.

I chase butterflies

and good causes

to run from my

humanity.

My rules are set.

Morals.Ethics.

Right. Wrong.

Black. White.

I believe in it.

I fight for it.

But I don't feel it.

I am the good guy

because I choose it.

Not nature. Not nurture

This brain and this body only.

What is inside is ultimately

meanigless.

If we don't do it,

it never happened.