I'm hated those I love
They wish that I was dead
My tears have become blood
All I wanted was to love and be loved in return
But why did it have to come to this?
It would be easier to escape this living hell
Than to live everyday of my life being shunned by others
What do they see that makes them hate me so?
All they see is the creature that took the lives of their family so long ago
All I want was to be acknowledged and to be respected
Yet it would probably only make it worse
Death is nipping at my heals once again
And it seems to be longing for my soul
They would love for death to take me
They'd probably celebrate and rejoice that the 'demon' is gone
But I would also celebrate, why you ask?
I would have left the living prison, the hell that I can't break free from
I would also morn, for those who I might have touched
But I'm like a breeze; I have only touched your skin
I wanted to grow attached to my friends and make them family
But my tears will become rain drops that fall lightly on my home
I will protect my village even after death and I will continue to hold precious people to me
Maybe I can go to heaven
No I have a demon sealed within damning me to hell
The villagers will make sure of that
All my life I wanted to be a hero……and now I am.