I look at your face,
and see my own.
You look at my face,
and see my soul.
My soul, emptiness,
Crying,
Screaming for help.
Wondering if anybody can here my plea.
Forbidden,
Unloved,
Nothingness.
That is what I am. . . .
Does anyone care?
Can anyone even see?
Can noone hear!
WHY GOD!
Why must you harm me!
I have done nothing to you!
Damn you all!
I am innocent, yet, unpure. . . .
