In discovering the subtleties,
Of my collected thoughts,
I have caught,
Hold of myself.
But,
To your shallow understanding,
My choice defied fate,
I resigned to hate.
But,
How can you know the mind,
Which lies behind,
My closed eyes?

In my sleep beneath broken stars,
You examine the body of a boy,
Who fell, no, leaped from joy,
To find himself.
But,
To your shallow understanding,
There's no reason to guide,
My self divide.
But,
How can you know the mind,
Which lies behind,
My closed eyes?

In my distorted escape from normal,
I released my life,
Stung by words' knife,
To be myself.
But,
To your shallow understanding,
There's no more to me,
Than: white, male, fifteen.
But,
How can you know the mind,
Which lies behind,
My closed eyes?