What do you think you'd find
What do you think you'd see
If you could read my mind
Do you expect to see darkness
And the rejection of all light
Do you expect to see hatred
Cynicism, ostentation, and spite
Well, today, my boy, I have in store
A rare and privleged treat
Today I'll give you an insight
To this cynical, spiteful freak
I do not really hate you
Contrary to what you currently believe
If this bit of information bothers you
Then by all means...leave
The truth is you want me to hate you
Because you think I'm strange
You want no affiliations
With the dark and deranged
But truth be known I'm not as dark
As your mind canvas paints
Your pallet is misleading
With its black and white taints
If you want to see me clearly
Add some color plate
See that in this work of art
There is simply no room for hate
If I were to add that poison
To this dramatic, yet musical hue
I wouldn't be me at all
What I would be, is you.