They stare at me.
What is it that you all see?
You all see a faceless creature.
An Emotionly challeged creature.
A hooded terror is what you all may call me.

He stares at me.
What is it that you see?
You see a depressed creature.
A creature that shall never smile
A creature whom's face is not there
A friend is what you call me...

But why?

I stare at myself.
What is it that I see?
I see a demon without a soul
I hurt those who try to help,
But I never mean to...
A disease...
Thats what I'am...

But he says I'am not.
I hurt him,
Yet he still follows me.
I scream at him,
Still he stands by my side saying, "I can't leave you Ma'am."

"But why can't you leave me? Why won't you? After what I have done to you, why would you want to stay with me?" I asked.

He smiles,
Hugs my leg,
and says, "It's because I love you."

How can he love me?
I've done nothing right to him...
Nothing.

They stare at me.
He stares at me.
I stare at myself.

A hooded terror is what you all may call me.
A friend is what he calls me.
But a disease is what I really 'am.

Without a trace of my past,
I sit there,
In the corner,
By myself asking,
"Who 'am I? What 'am I?"