The Monster People See

They all say that I am psycho
But they don't see my distress
They can't see my secrets
But they think i am less

They believe they are better
Maybe this is true
It is all these people
That, everyday, make me blue

I can't continue living
If this is what people see
I must be a monster
But what can I do, this is me

I see one way to escape
From this living hell
Leaving this world of torture
Will one day make me well