He cultivated a passive nature
Made peace to pervade his essence
A sterling silver soul
But it was contaminated
Little dark parts littered his white heart
Abuse sparked black spots

Pass all those authoritarian lies
He saw the demon within rise
Not supernatural but emotional
With every angry words heard
With every heartbroken day
With every hope lost the cost
Paid was displayed in his ever
Darkening ways

And the kindness turned to hate
And the darkness consumed the day

Unaccepted left abject in retrospect
Perhaps he could have saved himself
But for the lack of love
He could not muster up enough strength

As his resistance eroded
His intentions were corrupted
And acidicly corroded
Till his innocence evaporated
And all that was left was
The monster they made him
The thing that he most feared and hated
He became a sick distorted image of
Himself