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Somebody faceless
They asked me today
"With what eyes do you see?
Is the world beautiful to you?"
I found their question troubling
I could hear sincerity in their voice
Though I could make no distinction
I reflected, and saw a bitter standing
"I've learned from my experiences
And I've found so little things worth my time
For every good person with a great idea
I've found ten criminals with no ideas of their own.
I hate people and don't trust them
I hate myself and it'll probably never change
But.. I have met some good, pure-hearted souls
And I find that they're the only ones worth praying for."
Suddenly his expression became clear to me
He waved a sad goodbye and wiped several tears away
And I stood there, wondering when I had changed into this
Because, years ago, I thought of myself as normal.
I've learned otherwise.
