• They say that I am blind
    But nothing could be clearer
    I am my own fatal disease
    My own reflecting mirror

    And in myself I see the flaws
    That no one else can see
    My mind distraught, with visions wrought
    By animosity

    Alas I mourn my criticism
    I clasp on to what flatters
    But when I think about it hard
    I know that nothing matters