What Am I,
But one sad sole,
The one who cares for everything,
But feels nothing at all,

Behind my mask,
Is something noone will see,
No need to worry,
I'll just be me,

I'll be happy and joyful,
Or so you will think,
Until you break me down,
As I get closer to this brink,

I hate my brain,
I hate my mind,
The way it urks me,
Is not easily defined,

Forget what you've seen,
Or even what you've heard.
Because in the end,
The visions are always blurred.