What's his mind

I look at his Smilling face and think What's his mind? These cronies, Layers of skin, Other wise a skinless boy. Is that how the see Me? Do they feel that what they see Is all I am? I am Separated from these People. Who don't know me. They think they do. And I ask:how can he Do this? What's his mind. It's not a family problem It's just the way he Is. But what does he gain From it? Does he feel big? Clever Cool? He gets kicks from it He doesn't beat people up. Dont' fear school. Don't fear him. His "mates" won't harm you. He's just a bad dream. So don't worry. As large as an elephant, As powerful as a lion... As dumb as a goldfish. And I think once more: How can he do this? Eat Souls? What's his mind. I feel challenged and he does too. Don't try to take his place on the throne, Don't try to work him out, Just quietly think: What's his mind.