Disclaimer: Don't own. Own poem, but not concept.
Inspiration tapped me on the shoulder to write this poem.
Guess whose POV!
There's a Demon within each of them that no one but I can see.
As I feel their waves of negative emotion I wonder…
Who is the real demon?
There's a Demon within each of them that no one but I can see.
They think they have an outlet,
A villain to pour their own mistakes upon.
As Catullus so bravely said,
We cannot see our own faults.
There's a Demon within each of them that no one but I can see.
I'm not the real bad guy here.
Some people are just too stupid to realize this little fact.
I'm not as idiotic as I seem.
How would you act if everyone refused to teach you anything?
There's a Demon within each of them that no one but I can see.
Honestly, have I ever done anything, a single thing, to cause you to hate me so?
Do I whisper in front of you faces cruel, unjust words?
Do I throw stones at you, hurt you, break you?
None of these things are humane.
But if you aren't humane, then what are you?
There's a Demon within each of them that no one but I can see.
As I rise to greet the sun, my supposed alter ego,
I raise my unhurt mask once more.
Who is the real demon?
As I stare down the bloodied streets of Konoha that I have created,
I wonder.