Deviation Actions
Literature Text
They call me a monster,
A selfish, cold-hearted bastard
that cares for only himself.
Who uses his brother as a shield,
an object to get ahead in life.
They will never see my pain
and the scars creating a second skin.
Nightmares that bar me from Morpheus’ realm.
The lessons that were carved into my skin
The mantra that emotions are weaknesses
and that failure is a death sentence
Yet somehow, I'm still alive
Clinging to a life
in a world where I don't belong.
Wearing this mask of bitterness and anger,
a parting gift from a vile demon.
There are those who hold the keys
to the prison where my true self is hidden
A last-ditch effort to protect
the phantom I once called a soul.
Keeping it from fading away completely.
Hoping that there would be a day
Where I could offer the prisoner freedom
But until then,
I will continue to play the role,
of a rich emotionless robot.
Only allowing those I call family
entrance to my internal dungeon.
