Behind Christ's eyes

Staring at me, like freak,
just because I'm strange,
am i that different,
am i that deranged.

whispers taunt my soul,
my eyes i want to tear,
alone i must stay,
a blessing i must bare.

Whipped nearly to death,
nails in my wrist,
blood pouring out,
wide open fist.

a man defends me,
the one at my side,
home he will be,
when he will have died.

Died for your sins,
and came back three days later,
to show the world,
that i am the son of God.