I am nothing and everything they say I am,

The protagonist; the poison; the band-aid

They say I am capable of inflicting pain

Does that make me a sadist?

They say I can heal them well too

What does that make me then?

I can't decide what's worse:

If they see me how they want to,

Or the way I see myself

The way I can't help but see through them

Perhaps, they are not the characters in my mind

Sometimes, I challenge my theories

The others, I simply let go

I don't want to be a part of their minds

A part of me wants to acknowledge the truth

The other part just wants to roll into a cocoon

So it doesn't hurt for a little longer

The only perspective that matters is

When they look at me, do they see

The worst deed I have ever done

Or a perfectly imperfect human being?