Make Me See

How is it you see something good in me?

A creature of evil, a son of the devil

When it's all said and done then take a look back

Face the mark of the indwelled one

Just another monster among common men

Yet there is something that makes it different

Something that makes you want to believe

But I don't understand what it all means

Speaking these words to me of glory and prestige

Making myself out to be the best of them all

Only as my eyes see the same things I was made to believe

Nothing and even under that

The sign of a true wash-up, a lost soul on the wind

Here for no reason, or a reason that is not worth mention

Either one, it doesn't matter, I am the judged one

Spat on and shat on, there is no erasing the marks

Though you still come like an angel in the night

Blazing like a thousand candles, you come to wake me up

But the cloak still remains over my face

I do not wish to face my reflection all over again

Only to see something that I so deeply hate

How is it you can look upon me and not fall dead?

Passed all my understanding and comprehending

This is my last chance to make something of my life

Yet here I am, I still remain nothing, just a wanna-be

Only halfway believing what you say

For maybe, somehow someway, you are blind just like I

Call on me and show me the evidence of the words you speak

Now I am cast in fire, and consumed in flame

Trying to burn my wretchedness away

Displaced in this world, I don't know where I belong

Ugly to the point of making myself cry

All the good words and high praise don't do anything

Only leaving me empty when you go and walk away

My memory will not hold to these prideful things

So try to make me see, but it will work to no avial

I will be stuck in this mask of torture forever

Never to be truely seen by my own eyes