Overdressed Killers

The title of this sounds as though it was the headline of some B-Rated horror show. The kind of movie that is complete with bad acting and a worse script! Unfortunately, as much as we would like to restrict these horror shows to the realm of Hollywood, it happens in real life more than we realize. There are times we need to see just how bad an actor we have become.

Personality and character are the combinations of several different factors. According to several sources, personality is the way someone thinks, feels, and behaves. It embraces moods, attitudes, and opinions. Character, although similar, goes deeper. The simple way of putting this is that personality is what you want people to see. Character is who you are despite what personality you show the world. To fully understand a person's character, one needs to observe that person over some time.

There are those times when the situation tempts the character in a person. It can be hard to restrain your character to rely on the personality one is projecting. At first, it may seem as though you have mastered the art of deception. I tell you that this is taking a toll on you in more ways than you can imagine. I say this from first-hand experience. From my experience, I was driving away from the people who wanted to help, but I left them little to no choice but to let me walk away. The people around me were in the same shape I was. After all, misery loves company!

It is from this standpoint that I have written the following poem:

I am at the edge of insanity

I am at the edge of inhumanity

I have fallen off the edge

I am clinging to the ledge

I am crying for help

Instead, I am shelled

I see overdressed killers

Stepping on my fingers

A crowd of pawns gathers

To feast on my cadaver

Their heart is great

Overflowing with hate

Now I am not suicidal. I love life. I have written this using a metaphor of a man clinging to life and sanity. I am not playing games with people anymore but, instead, I am crying for help. What I am receiving is a healthy dose of my own medicine. I see people whose character not matching with the personality they project. At this moment, I see them trying to push me off into the abyss! Some of these people have disguised themselves as teachers, lawyers, pastors, and friends. They are eager to push me off into the abyss so they can use me as an example of what not to be. At that moment, I understood that they had no love in them at all. Only one could reach into the place where I have shut everyone else out. I give you the final portion of the poem.

Only One reached out

What Love is all about

This Man of Shalom

Invited me into his home

So who are these overdressed killers? They come disguised as winning personalities, but their hearts are dark, cold, and conniving as the worst serial killer known to humanity! I do not hate these people. I see them in the place I was at one time. I pray that G-d reaches them. I pray that somehow that G-d uses me to reach out to them.

Sincerely,

David A. Kitchens, Editor