• When you look inside of me,
    what is it that you see?

    I see hatred and anger,
    but none of which is me.

    When you look inside of me,
    what is it that you hear?

    I hear yells and screams,
    peircing to the ear.

    When you look inside of me,
    who is it that you see?

    I see a monster, a beast,
    caged, waiting to be free.

    When you look inside of me,
    what is it that you see?

    Cause when I look inside of me,
    I don't see anything worth being seen.

    So I ask again,
    what, exactly, is it that you see?