Look(S) To Suit Your Needs Poem by King Happy

Looks are everything
To some.
People look at me
And immediately point fingers.
'What's wrong with him? !
He should be with a real woman.'
I am no saint,
But she is
real.
She's as real as it gets.
Most women just think they want me,
Until I turn around and want them.
In that moment it's not about looks anymore.
All of a sudden
I am the freak.

And if I am
the freak,
I'll start a freak show.

She's my dreaming psychic
No one else believes or understands.
She has predicted more things
Than I can reason or comprehend.
She's a long lost mirror,
Managing the horrors inside.
She never cracked,
Not even a twitch.
Because
she's lived through horrors too.

Etched upon the frame
in echoing
rusted glass:
'If this is truly who you are..
Then..
I've been sent here to help.'