I don’t know where I went wrong

All I know is that somewhere along the way,

The girl I knew had disappeared,

Leaving a monster in her place.

A demon is how people view me.

An ogre is what I see.

All I know that is the truth,

Only reality left.

I have created a monster.

Some may call me satan,

Lucifer,

Or darkness.

I’m beginning to believe I am the embodiment of death.

Go ahead,

I know you want to say it.

Call me an outcast,

A re*ard,

A freak.

Just know that these words are like blades,

They cut quite deep.

Feel free to say I’m stupid,

A f@gg0t,

The only black sheep.

I’ve heard it all.

Don’t be shy.

The monster doesn’t bite.

Say that I’m broken.

Say I’m naïve.

Say whatever makes your sad life feel sweet.