I miss it I miss who I use to be
I am not the monster depicted to be
This world is sinister but there are good people out there I like to imagine one of those people out there are me
Adopted to these trenches this is my habitat
We cannot control our lives as children and where we are forced to grow up at
All we can do it adapt to our surroundings as it molds up into who we are made out to be
The demons in my closet I try to keep locked away sometimes are able to gain control and get the best of me
Majority of you couldn’t walk a mile in my shoes let alone half a mile in my slippers
Strong willed but a lone wolf the wrong decision would get most of you in a world of pain if not killed
Crazy thing though I like the pain I like the animal I have become how do you explain pain to an monster like me who has become completely numb?
Chaos is my destiny
To bring hurt brings me joy
How to you make a peace keeper out of someone who only has one objective and that’s to destroy?