• Why am I wrong in a world about right?
    My eyes are open, I wish I were blind.
    Oh, the horror from those with eyes shut tight.
    Their ignorant bliss must bring them such joy.
    My anger keeps growing, boiling, rising
    And the day I break is soon to follow.
    Then I discovered something surprising.
    A part was gone from the creature called me.
    "I'm wrong! So wrong and completely deranged!
    Why aren't my eyes sewn shut like the others!?"
    I cried and howled and screamed out, estranged.
    "Why must I suffer this hell alone!?"
    I cursed and spat at the sights I could see
    'Til I found someone as empty as me.