When I look into these eyes
I find things no one else ever catches a glimpse at

I see this fear of judgment
that makes him cower at confrontation

I see this hopelessness for the future
that make him choices her burden alone

I see this desperate need for companionship to make him strong
in the savage world of humans

I see this courage
caged in of him thoughts of inferiority

I see these thoughts of abandonment
that make him cling to anything

I see this devotion to his beliefs
that makes him fear death

And I hate that the person I always see is me.