It looks like I'm alone again, just my monsters and me.
Staring at each other, each wanting to be free.
I blame them and they blame me, never really knowing,
That it's all my fault and my fear is clearly showing.
So I bare my teeth and they retreat into the dark.
To be with themselves and plot against me saying "hark!"
"We have have him trapped just like a wild beast.
We must take him by force and have ourselves a feast!".
I hear them plot and I welcome every bit.
This world has made me angry, sad and sick.
I tell them "tear me apart! Limb by limb by limb!
Just as long as I won't have to see my reflection cause I hate him!!!"
"He mocks me with his eyes so full of laughter joy and light,
When underneath he gorges on his pity, misery and spite!"
They grab a piece of glass and I think "thank god this is the end"
But they put it to my face and show me that awful man.
He tells me that he's tired, but that I can never tell.
Cause the people who "loved" him, would say that he looks well.
They think he's lively cause his emotions are suppressed,
So when he finally breaks, people will say "I never would have guessed".
He thinks he's ugly and worn so do strangers as do I.
When the people who know him see him, we all know that they won't lie.
It is better to hide and never be found
Than to be ridiculed and hurt by those around.
I cannot stand the man I know that lies.
Because I feel everything he hides behind those eyes.