To do so, I should be charged a fee,

To be normal I do just pretend,

Most see me coming and flee,

Am I putting myself down,

Or do I of myself condescend…

Passing myself in a mirror,

Does create within a furor,

Even with a clean surface,

I fail to see myself clearer…

So what does this all mean,

Does it of my mind clean,

Do you recognize anything you’ve seen,

The end is near just one more line,

Other than the cold wind I feel just fine…

           …How about you…?