From my eyes, new and wandering, I see.
I see before me a world, a world I know nothing about.
Men in white, Smiling adults looking at me with praise.

From my eyes, Crazed and angered I see.
Children Taunting me for being weird, I lash out, unable to handle more.
I break noses and faces, and when the dust settles, I am the monster,
My fangs bared at my tormentors who, without provocation I attacked.
Teachers staring at me, angry, sad, condemning my actions of defense.

From my eyes, hidden and lonely behind a mask of Happiness, I see.
People being nice because they pity me. Two friends, my best.
In their eyes I'm just a friend, though Loyal and Honest, just a friend.
I see people judging and knowing me by my reputation of old.
But I'm not that Jon anymore, I've grown and matured, can't they see?
No point in dieing, no afterlife, that'd be it for me, it'll get better.
I'll see.

I see through my eyes, cold and discerning, Rational and distant,
A world that ignores me, judges me by a label that doesn't apply.
I don't want friends because they'll leave me later, for now I'll rough it alone, save for the few people who really know me.
It's not worth it otherwise, If I died tommorow, would you care?
I sure would, that's why I won't. I'm not a ******** coward.
I'll wait, I'll wait till It gets better, I'll wait till I'm happy and I've got a job and a home, and when you ask me for help when it's hard for you, I'll give it.
I'll give you help and make you ******** wish you never asked,
I'll make you ******** WISH you never asked.
WISHED you were homeless.
WISHING IT to get better, just Like I did, all those years ago.
I'll wait till then.


Through my eyes, I see a dead world, torn asunder by my blackened hate,
And my omnipotent rage.