Most think nothing of it
They say it's just
Your subconscious
Making you see things
I'll admit I once
Thought that was true
But now?
I believe my mind is sent
To a different version
Of myself at random
Only for the time being
I feel, think, and understand
Just as they do
I'm sent back usually
When they die
Or some random
Time
Dying over and over
Just to wake up
To live my  life
That I have control over
Seems fine for now

There's nothing really to say
I was just always mad
Barely happy
I was looking for something
But I had no clue what
My parents always
Got me stuff trying
To buy my happiness
Soon they just stopped
I slowly became
Alone
I started thinking
Of all the things
I wanted to do
And ask
Do I really want
To do those?
The answer was usually
No
I began to think
There was nothing
So I thought I was nothing
At the time
I didn't have a reason
To live
They thought I need help
They were wrong
I needed a reason
But at last I have one
And I know what
I want to do
But that's a different
Page for a different
Time

The feeling just isn't
The same
I liked it better before
One of my creations
Came about
I'm proud it made it
As far as it did
But it just seems lost
I create more just
To know that one
Will notice but
By saying they
Get the wrong idea

When you reach a new level
You feel joy
All the work you did
Finally showed through
And now you're on a new level
But now that you moved up
You don't see the tiny steps
You make anymore
You only see the floors
Going by one after another
Slowly
But you got more joy
Out of all the little steps
Than all the floors combined
It's not like you don't want
To see them
It's  that you can't

I'm not really the
Leader type
But people say I am
All I see myself as
Theone wh does all
The work some how
No matter what
It's me
Not even my group
That I choose
It's me
They all just sit there
And watch me
I'm never in the best
Of health but I
Never stop
I  have  to  keep  going
I tell myself
Never really resting
Always thinking

Everything seems to go so well
But then I do something to *****
It all up
Envy is such a strong feeling
It makes you do things
You wouldn't normally
I just can't help it
It all just comes out before
I have the time to think
And disaster stacks
I'm pretty good at keeping
My emotions in check
But that one
Because of this I hurt people
I love and then I start
Hating myself and
Imagine if was never here

We all have our prisons
But whats the worse?
I don't know for sure
But I would have to say
Your own body
Sometimes I can feel
The harsh reality of me
Most of my emotion at times
Are locked away
No matter how much I try
I still act the same but just
With no emotion
But I think one day
I'll be released from this

She calls me Mr.Demon
She calls me alot of things
I try to tend to her needs
But I seem to still fail
I welcomed her into
My frozen home
Yet she still cries
Her tears
Are the coldest thing
To ever touch me
Yet she still calls me
Over to be
By her side

I could walk into
A random town and
They would stay clear
For no matter
They hate me
They leave me in
Isolation
They all whisper amongst
Themselves
Looking over their shoulder
To see ic I was still there
Why am I
The Hated

We dressed in all black
We all did
We didn't have a choice
They all had someone
To be with after
I jusy went home
But once I returned
My home was all white
As I stepped in something
Was wrong
I had the feel that
I wasn't welcomed
Because I failed
Or something

I was once proud
To be apart of it
It was something
I tried to promote
But that was when
I first joined
We weren't the best
But we had a blast
Over the years we become
Better and better
As a team but
At a coast
Our spirit seemed
To fade
Many were my
Friends but now
They dwindle in
Numbers
What happened to
The Team?

He's usually so peaceful
But everyone has there
Breaking point
He snaps so quickly
Everyone stops
As he lets all the
Molten lava that has
Been eating at him
From within
Out
But as quickly as he
Snaps he pulls himself
Back together
Back to the peaceful
Mr.Volcano we know

They tried to
Separate us
They were fine with
Us in the beginning
Until we created
Life together
But they can only
Keep us away
For only a little
While longer
We'll soon have
Our own family

She started feeling sick
Started throwing up
I told her to get some rest
She wouldn't unless
I watched over her
I agreed of course
She woke up several times
And I was there
To help with anything
But we both knew
I couldn't stay forever
When she awoke
I was gone but
she was safe

I may be a Demon
But I'm not a ghost
So why don't they
See me?
I do all these things
And nothing
I show them my
Talent
Yet still nothing

I'm always told what
To do
They always ask of me
And I usually do it
But the very few times
I don't they are surprised
It seems they forgot
I'm human too

Something just feels
Off
Everyday since
I appeared I
Did one or two
A day it just feels
Wrong not to do one
I wish I had more
Of a talent for this

Is that all we are
Numbers, a percentage
We're judge by that
Number
Either the one we're
Born wih or the one
We created to
Define us

I feel I don't belong here
In a sea of talent
And I'm just a rock
Sitting there
I'm told anyone
Can come here
Regardless
Who you are
I just don't see
It right now but
one day I'll see
That place

I feel like I slip
In and out of reality
Sometimes I can't remember
Anything that happened
A few minutes ago
There are times
I can't feel anything
Sometimes I think
If I'm really here
Or somewhere else

So fragile it can be
I'm often forget
How much it
Can take before
It breaks
It goes through
Years of abuse
For it's user
Pleasure
And repairs itself
To go through
It all again

I am accused
Of being a fraud
In a world were you can be
Whatever you want
And yet
I try to impress them
Writing whatever I feel
So someone will see
My true intentions
I only started this
Because they said
it could that I
could be happy
But it only seems
looking at the number
Stay the same causes
An absents of feeling
I could sit down
And think for
Days
Years
Or even the rest of
My life
And I would be able to
Make a piece of work
Worthy for them

They said it could happen to anyone
Never did I think it would happen
To someone close to me
Even to my own sister
Tears did fall
But not from me
I feel anger
Not sorrow

there they are in my lawn
to them it's a fun house
they always come
not knowing the truth
whats really behind the door
they'd be surprised
to see only a monster
chained down
covered in it's own blood