I don't lay my life on the lips of a liar,
The melodic tune of a well strung lyre.
Easy to see, to hear, to touch not so easy to feel,
Resembling a fish caught on the line of a reel.
So cast your shells of hate across my soul,
Just know I will remain intact, whole.

Thought I was a demon
And I thought I was an angel
Now I know different:

I'm just a human,
With the potential of both