• Who is this person
    With my pale skin and light eyes
    That stares back at me?

    How did it allow itself to become this?
    This heartless shell
    That moves along with time
    No longer able to sense love.

    How did this human mold itself
    To where it is now?
    So far away from it's original innocents?

    The mind states your morals
    But what is one to do
    When it has no ability
    To sense it's heart
    Except when it continues to break?

    Believing it's an open book
    Corrupt with such secrets and lies.

    It creates pain and suffering
    To the ones that love it
    As if it never cared.

    It's mind recalls the situation
    And the body continues to act
    Like it's automatically programed
    Even without it's love.

    It forever questions
    "What have I become?"