X-Ray vision
Sees through souls
Hearts of stone
And lumps of coal.

Into the ugly blackness that lurks inside
From their piercing eyes
Not a bitter soul can hide.

Why can't I see
What they see?
Why don't I harbor this previous power
Inside of me?

My radar's damaged
Broken, shattered, and smashed
And yet still they see.
I wonder if they see through me?

I'm not cold nor mean
But sometimes I have thoughts
That are thoroughly unclean.

Actions and words speak louder than thoughts.
We all have run-away ones, I suppose
Vicious ones I put out with my own mental hose.

They think I'm so good and I try to be
But sometimes I fear the inner demons
That are also a part of me.