I thought I was a demon,

I was born in the wrong place
Entered the world at perhaps the wrong time
Raised in twisted culture
And horrid beliefs
Pretended to be righteous
but not even once was I pious
Blood was my sister
and death was my brother
This family was my comfort and pain
that raised me in perhaps the vilest of ways

I spoke most lies
Heard the people's cries
What I saw with my eyes
All sorts of guise
I guessed I was born to bear this yoke
For only I can take this walk while everyone gawks

As you see all of these is in the past,
was...
born, entered, raised, pretended
spoke, heard, saw and guessed...

But,
Just like anyone else
I have eyes that see good and evil
Nose that tells right from wrong
Mouth that speaks either true or false
Ears that know of joys and woes
Hands that caress and punched
And feet that carried and stepped on someone else...

I too have a mind that thinks
Worlds different from yours, but in darkness I wish not in the abyss I sink
I too have a heart
Just like yours...
that was burned, cheated, broken and bent
but I'm proud of it...
because even if it experienced too great a pain
It's still working and keeping on

Judge not the choice I made
when you do not know the choices I had to choose from
I may have been too bad
worse at places
and worst at times
too dark
too angry
too lonely
too sinful
too evil
too sad...
But I too, have heart
Making mistakes in the same way you do
I too am human just like you.