Different, demented, and  dark on the outside.
You hide you light, locked up tight inside.
You won’t let anyone read you,
because you think they would all fear you.
Even though you meant to be evil.
You try to step into the light,
where everyone can see you.
Despite what you might become,
you do whatever you can to do good.
You don’t follow the path,
you find a different road.
The road you want to go down,
not the path you were born to ride.
You spit in the eyes of destiny,
any run a way in fear of yourself,
hiding from it all.
Thinking to yourself that you have no choice.
That you would do those terrible things.
You think that you might be the sinner,
and not the saint.