My eyes catch my attention
As I looked into the blood-stained reflection
Painted in this mirror on my wall

My head is unusually transparent
Letting me dive in to the perfect imperfection of my thoughts

I stare  at the symmetry of my ideas
And at the cleverness of my curves

The image I see is distorted and insane
This is not the one
I believe
I do not recognize myself on this body
On this mind
I guess I wasn't born to be this kind