I'm no demon
Bells chimed unsynchronized on the day I was outed
My mother and father held denial like a child in their hands
Their minds clouted
While their minds were in turmoil, mine was in
Survival
Uncertainty is the monster that summons irrationality
Friends to each other, not kind to others
Not kind to me
Their minds were distorted, mine was in
Survival
A demon by definition is an evil spirit or devil
One who takes pleasure in distress and disarray
But yet, they revel
Their minds were puppeteered, mine was in
Survival
The day I’m free is the day I dread
They gave me everything
And yet, I promise to have no tears to shed
Their minds are in ignorance, my mind wants
acceptance
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