I wished to make my creator proud,

To have him see how powerful I had become in his absence.

I only wanted for him to see the greatness,

Which he had gifted me with.

We are greater than humans,

Didn't he say so?

So I did it,

What it thought would make him proud of me.

For this I was entrapped,

I was burned.

I was scolded,

I was spurned.

He created me,

How could he not love me?

He made me as I am,

A demon.

A sycophant,

A fool.

I love him,

I still do.

It is written into my DNA,

The DNA that he encoded.

I was willing to throw everything away,

In order for his happiness.

Why doesn't he care,

Why doesn't he accept my love?

I have given him my all,

My everything.

My life,

My utter devotion.

He is the one who gave me my beginning,

As well as my E.N.D.