I dont think anyone will ever truly know me.How can they?There are parts of me that I am still discovering.There are parts of me that I struggle to conceal.There are parts of me that long for the darkest of evil.There are parts of me that almost feel...Then there are parts of me that love to death.My heart was made to give.Forgiveness is somethingNot often keptBut forgiveness is what has let me live.I dont understand how I can be filled with demonsMost of them are simply thoughts.By the grace of God I’ve kept them quiet.But they just never quite seem to stop. This piece was written in self discovery.