My eyes are the windows of my mind
They see the kindness to which I am blind
They see the things I will never see
They know the things I will never be
My heart is a cluttered shelf of emotions
It poisons my mind with secret potions
It feels the things I don't want to feel
It heals the things I could never heal
My mind is a cold metal crow bar
It eats my happiness leaving it's scar
It know the things I should never know
It shows people things I would never show
My body is a computer's dirty keyboard
It cuts my veins with it's silver sword
It does the things I would never do
It threw the punches I never threw
My soul is a beautiful weed
It hated the life I chose to lead
It killed my body to be released
It knew all along I was the beast
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