• I stand alone marked by a mask as people wear their own faces.
    I am grey in a world of color and of many people of different races.
    I am walking in my own world as others visit a multitude of places.
    My life is shattered into fragments so small of the original there are no traces.
    Flashbacks haunt my mind as I am reminded of what lead to my creation.
    You can see the chair and the broken glass from the window, evidence of frustation.
    I'm a coward who thought I could put on a brave smile and forget all that I can.
    I flinch at every memory that reveals to me the definition of who I am.
    I hate the person who I used to be, an ignorant monster who had no friends.
    But that's why I am the person that I am now, even to the most thin of all ends.
    He's transformed into a new being, within the in-crowds he all so perfectly blends.
    A flawless chameleon, an invisible demon, matching any of the new trends.
    I shudder to think of the person I used to be, to turn back I possibly can
    Because that person is indeed an essential part of me, the definition of who I am.