I am demon but I am angel ... What am I really every time I look it's all fun and games but every time I listen it's always scream and pain. Why am I like this why am I different now I sit in a corner thinking all day. Of the horror I've gone through but then, the happiness that I have tried to gain. I have been slaughtered inside no matter how many times I look. No matter how many times I've been stitched up over and over... I am broken, now I go around giving speeches an examples of why not to be like me. Why not to hold your feelings in... Which I should be telling myself. I'm scared I'm not human... I'm scared that i'm different from others... I fear the things I don't know... I fear the things I knew... Of all I fear myself.
