I look at my hands and I still see
The pain that it has held since I could see
I look at my eyes and I still find
The reflection of a strange, alien mind
I look at my soul and I still feel
All the madness that went against ideals
I look at my skin and I still wear
All the shame that they could not bear
I look at my heart and I still pulse
All the blood that was made by impulse
I look at my being and I will agree
That there was never even just a me
