Always.
No matter what he did.
It was always there.
The rage.
The misery.
The torture.
It had always bubbled right under the surface.
Right there,
For anyone to see.
If they only looked.
But no one wanted to look into those eyes.
Those pained eyes.
No one wanted to look into the eyes of a
Demon.
No matter what he did to show them,
That he was different.
That he wasn’t the demon.
That he wasn’t what they thought he was.
That he wasn’t to be hated.
That he didn’t deserve to be hated.
That he was innocent of all crimes.
That there wasn’t any blood on his hands.
He was clean,
Pure.
Young and dumb.
To show he hadn’t done anything.
They just had to look into those eyes
And they would have known.
Anyone could see he was innocent
If you looked into those eyes,
But no one did.
So it stayed.
It always stayed.
His hurt.
His anger
. His rage.
His flames of hatred.
Stayed.
All just below the surface.
Sure he forgave them,
On the outside.
On the outside,
He was an idiot.
Everyone’s idiot.
A person to just watch for
Entertainment,
Not a real person,
Not anything.
Just entertainment.
An evil demon fool,
So everyone can have fun
Hating and
Laughing at it.
It.
Not him,
Not he,
Not anything,
But It.
Sure he had other names,
Demon,
Killer,
Filthy Beast.
Just pick an insult and it could go for him.
He cried at night.
He would look out his broken window,
Broken just because throwing a rock
At the Demon’s apartment was thought of as a very
Fun past time for some of the younger villagers.
He would look out his window,
And see all the bright lights going out,
See all the happy families be going in to their houses,
They could sleep,
They could dream,
But he couldn’t.
He wasn’t allowed to.
That was why he did it anyway.
He dreamt the highest dreams he could.
He thought of the highest place he could be
And dreamt about being there.
About being more then It.
More then a demon.
More then something filthy,
Something to be hated.
More then that.
To give him something else to do then
Hate.
To feel it grow inside him.
To feel the rage want to come out,
Through tears,
Words,
Or blood shed.
To be something more then that.
To be something so important that he wouldn’t have to
Hate ever again.
So that he would be so important and respected
That they couldn’t hate him,
So he couldn’t hate them.
Everything for them was so
On the surface.
They woke up each morning,
Not questioning their lives.
Not questioning who they were,
Or why they were there.
They didn’t look into themselves to see if there was
Good.
They just kept the same surface up,
Talked about the weather,
Gossiped with each other,
And of course made fun of It
To forget whatever
None surface
Troubles bothered them.
They didn’t go to sleep
Wondering what they could do to
Better themselves.
They didn’t think about what could
Possibly be so bad about themselves
That they were
Hated.
Because they weren’t hated.
They were normal,
Therefore accepted,
Unlike him.
If only someone would tell him
What he did to be hated,
Why they tortured him,
Silently,
Behind the scenes.
Why did they call him
Demon
When they thought his young ears couldn’t hear
Why did they give him
Glares and shoves when ever he passed?
Why couldn’t he play with the other kids?
Why couldn’t he be accepted?
He hated the ones that hate him.
He longed for the respect of the ones who
Hate him.
He wanted nothing more then to
Fulfill his dream.
Fulfill his dream and
Show them.
Show them with
Unseen smirks.
Show them with
Unheard laughter.
Show them with
Hidden glee at the look on their faces.
The look on all of their faces when they see
Him.
When they were to see him
When he showed them.
Shows them his dreams aren’t silly.
Aren’t unreachable.
But that was far off.
Far away.
But not out of his grasp.
Nothing was out of his grasp
No matter what they said about him,
Ether to his face
Or behind his back.
No matter what
There is nothing he can’t do.
He hated them.
He would show them.
He would.
No matter what.
But for now.
He will hide his rage.
His anger.
His smirks.
His glee.
His laughter.
His everything.
He will hide it under
False grins.
Under
Innocent blue eyes.
Under
Loud laughter.
Under
Hyperactive actions.
Under
A knuckled headed disguise.
Under
The surface
He will hide it well,
Until he can show them.
Until then.
Just until then.
It will stay
Under the surface.