sitting beside the mirror  looking at the face he's always known  all he sees is a shadow of himself  an image covered in scars    pain, suffering, all he's ever had  pain, suffering, all he'll ever know    he was the object of his parent's fighting  their aggressions always turned to him  he had no outlet to his feelings  and so he turned to his inner self  the pain got stronger every day  until there was no way to stop it    the natural way of conformity  is to mold each child to society's needs  but this system can't fit everyone  each individual will always be different    reality is morbidity  reality is insanity  society creating reality  society ignoring humanity    we are creating our sins