Dancing demons all around,
at least thats all I see.
Sneers and flames and hateful cries
as they dance and circle around me.
See the demons are taking advantage
of the little hope I dared to share,
smiling and laughing at me.
They do not understand pain, for they
Have none!
Smiling and not suffering
They do not understand,
there little game of hide and seek
and ring around the rosy
is representative of nothing more
than their despair.
They hide behind a mask
of painted demons
done up with care,
but all these people don't understand:
I would rather be hurt a little
then have to be as fake as them.
I, unlike them
do not need a mask for my actions.
So laugh all you want you idiots,
because I am without desperation
for everyone's judgment to be right.
I am without need to be a fool
unless I choose to.
I am no demon.
But I am indeed
far more capable to be worse to you
than you to me.
