there are beautiful women all around me
(there are none who really |see| me) all they
see is an |imperfect| man(all i |see| is
nobody)for it is my |invisibility| in my reflection, all from my
d e p r e s s i o n

(all i |see| is nobody) this grand oppression coming from my
d e p r e s s i o n is what makes me so hard to |see|( here is how you find me ) first you must stop and look (look with your heart) do not look with your eyes, maybe you will |see| what i have done here

you                                                          see
it
was me who held the door,
                                it
was me who said hello to you,
it
was me who tried to be |perfect|,
  who tried to impress,
but                                                        still
i
am
ugly

i
am
the
invisibility
in my reflection

this is my
d e p r e s s i o n

and all i see(and who will ever see me)
is
nobody