Who am I?
Seriously,
Who am I REALLY?
When they see me,
Do they see what I appear to be?
Or do they - by chance,
See who I truly am inside this shell?
Who am I?
Who is it I see,
When I look in the mirror?
The stone-faced reflection staring at me,
Reminds me of someone I once knew.
That's it - he reminds me of me,
But am I still him?
Who am I?
What does she see,
When she looks at me?
Does she see a monster,
Or a stoney freak of a creature?
Or does she - by some chance,
See the man inside of the monster?