I give others laughter, smiles, and joy.
Making all of them happy,
Helps fill the void.

I'm afraid I'm addicted,
To the joy that I bring.
To be giving to others
Whats been taken from me.

Do not try to fix me
I'm content with how I live.
I'd rather you forget,
Trying to help me forgive.

My "Mother" is someone
Who has no soul.
She carved out her childrens' joy,
A twisted version of what you call "home".
But we had each other,
We bore each others pain.
Now safe from the demon,
"She who shall not be named".