People are the devil

People say I’m heartless little do they know they are the reason I look in the mirror, not recognizing who I am anymore with all the words that have been said to me I wasn’t born like this, but made into this pit of insanity questioning who I am and how I should be people picking at the most vulnerable parts of my brain staying there like it’s a life sentence people are the devil with their words that cut deeper than any knife that lingers longer than a scar. They say I’m the outcast the one that causes pain, the black sheep, the bad look in the brain so in my heartless or am I broken being cold to the ones that broke me turning into a cold shell of myself to protect myself. The devil himself is hiding in the skin of others, his venom course, and threw their veins, cursing others with their hearts of gold ohh ohh ohhhh they tell me I’m heartless little do they know the devil did it himself lumen in the mirror trying to find myself, but all I see is his curse. All I see is his curse in the damage. It has done to me. People are the devil in disguise. Ohhh ohhh ohh