Why is it that whenever I think of myself, I feel a dose of shame?
Why am I the only one that knows I'm not to blame?
I can't help who I am, although I do not want to be
A rogue, dangerous Nightmaren: is that me?
Why is it that whenever anyone discovers my identity
They take it as read: I'm Bad, so they have to hate me.
I know that is my purpose, to spread nightmares around,
But then I get depressed and hide, and told off when I'm found?
Why is it that neither side accepts me?
Nightmaren or Nightopian, on whichever side I be,
I'm either "The strange one" or "The wimpy one"
And I can tell you, none of that is fun.
Why is it that not even my creator likes me?
I think that I'm quite likeable, but no one else can see
That I'm different, not evil, just want to fit in.
I couldn't stick out more if I was wearing a suit of tin.
So...
Will you like me?
Will you accept whatever I be?
Please understand, somebody.