Introspectacles Poem by Chrysostomos Tsiailis

Whenever I close my eyes
I see in me. And it's not nice.
Not because I am not nice.
But because I have been too nice.
Christ had been too nice, nicer than any of us.
Ok I see nice things as well, many times.
I managed some people to respect me,
and that feels nice. Why they liked me when I liked my self, this I cannot analyze. I just know that I liked myself only when I succeeded in some aspects that some others whom I admired had succeeded. And I had to be mean. But the ones who hadn’t achieved those important scores spontaneously started to like me, and not laugh at me anymore. Wasn’t I nice back then, since I made those kids laugh? And isn’t it nice today that all children in our giant playground give and receive love with everybody who is compatible for their love?