I've been molded by the devil

Crying,
Shaking,
Crumbling.
Where to go?
Where to turn?
Then he came
And he molded me into someone else
I've been molded by the devil.

He..
Twisted me,
Kicked me,
Beat me,
Cut me,
Broke off pieces,
Reshaped them,
And slapped them back on.
Taking a girl made from nothing..
And turning her into his own image
I've been molded by the devil.

He stands back and observes,
His creation,
His new masterpiece.
Then the cackling
And the awful realization hits me..
I wasn't turned into someone better,
I was a monster..
Because..
I've been molded by the devil.

No emotions
No feelings towards others
No love
No hate
Nothing.
That's the price I pay
And I begin to regret..
But its done,
I've been molded by the devil.

To my knees I fall,
Crying,
Shaking,
Crumbling.
Falling apart all over again.
And I begin to wish..
I wish I was never molded by the devil.

Because eventually,
Everything made by the devil,
Will turn on itself.
Its the sadistic nature
It destroys you in the end,
And you become nothing once more..
Why was I molded by the devil?