Disclaimer: With the exception of a few cels, I don't own After War Gundam X. I'm just a crazy, penniless fan with no life and a weird interest in a highly underappreciated character.
Note: I don't know where this came from, but I guess it was too much staring at my artwork that inspired me to write this. And scarily enough, this is the first poem I've done in nearly 4 years. I know this is a bit of a depressing read, but what else can you expect when it's something dealing with Jamil's personality? *shrug* --Khandreia, 5.5.2001

Look at my hands
Can you see the fate I once held in them?
Of course not.
They're concealed by these gloves I wear,
But even then, the bloodstains of mankind still seep through.

Look at my eyes
Can you see my pain and suffering?
I forgot, you can't see them at all.
My sunglasses hide them from the world,
Yet I cannot hide the world from them.

Look at me
Can you see who I really am?
No, no one ever will.
There's nothing left to see anyway.
Because all that you see
Is only a façade.