What I Am
Outside, the rain's pouring down
And inside, I'm just sitting around
Just thinking about myself
And what had happened to me
Why I'm still alive
And how this came to be
I should've died before
Cease to exist and be no more
But here I am
A hybrid of many cords
Obsessed with demon hunting
And breaking many swords
I am a puppet attached to many strings
Manipulated by all until freedom rings
My obsession is but a cover-up
To hide my inner pain
To find a random death
Of get lost in the rain
While trying to find a way out,
My captors found what it's all about
Now stuck in chains,
I watch the shooting stars
Making many wishes
On healing my permanent scars
AN: Hey everyone! I wrote this a while ago and thought it would fit Rath. Hope it's good. My friend says so, but I'm wondering if she really means it. Hmmmm.