A/N: This poem has been published before(Titled Mask of Darkness), but I took it down and revised it.
In my earliest memories
I stand alone in a broken field
darkness shrouds my vision
and protects me like a shield
my shattered heart forsaken
and innocence burned to ash
dreams now lay forgotten
grudges built to last
from that day forward
when friends strike to kill
I went by a new motto
kill or be killed
to survive in forest of secrets
as just a weak little child
I surrendered my nature to solitude
masking myself with a smile
I hid behind this happiness
pretending I didn't exist
until the day they'd realize
something was amiss
They think I am a monster
a demon deep inside
something with horns and teeth and claws
and dark red beady eyes
I look just like the rest of them
so I don't know who they're talking to
but the way they aim their spit and glares
I kind of find out who
In order to keep my life
the only thing I own
I feign blatant ignorance
with a stupid grin for show
devilish voices whisper
ever so softly in my ear
I can raze this to the ground
and make them shake in fear
All I'd have to do
is slip off this flimsy mask
the chains snapped and broken
and the world would turn to ash
my hatred for this terrible place
makes me want to wretch
so I start to consider the offer
that I thought I would reject
my movements are so hesitant
as I reflect on my life
remembering their kind smiles
before they grabbed the knife
but even years later
after I made my resolve
my tempered heart kept beating
never letting go of love
and as the trees incinerate
when I'm standing in the the remains
the world seems so bleak
and I screech at this foreign pain
though my heart is blackened
and hatred is my shell
cold tears fall down my cheeks
as I am welcomed into hell