The Demon Boy
A soul so tainted
And dark,
That reaches for the light
His heart so broken
And dark in the night.
The demon boy
With a darkened face,
Happiness on his face.
Evil words written
On his door,
Things shattered and thrown
On the floor.
His eyes betray his face,
But no one bothers to even
Look at his eyes,
Eyes older than his years.
His heart and soul
So fragile and broken.
His life is a big lie,
Full of broken promises, blood
And tears.
He hides behind a mask,
A façade,
Of happiness, loudness.
As his heart and mind breaking
And shedding the tears,
He hasn't shed.
Waiting and hoping for
Someone who will care,
And love him,
And want him there.
Every one hates him
Ignores him and beats him,
They torture him waiting for
Him to break.
His mask is now broken,
His true self
And emotions showing.
As everyone watches
Mouths silent and a gape,
Others smirking, smiling
And laughing.
No one sees the sorrow
In his eyes,
No one cares as sighs
Wishing for someone to be there.
He wants to live with out a care,
They won't let him be,
All he wants is to be free.
He is like a bird in a cage,
Trapped in a world
He doesn't want to live in,
Yet he still sings the song of sorrow.
His heart and soul
Tainted and torn
Yet he still suffers the scorn
Waiting till the day he is free.
Free from the pain, hate, darkness and sorrow.
The day he is free from the burden tied to his soul
Till the day he defies Fate.
By: Loanna Finch