Half masked

In my cage I sat retracing the steps that got me here... I thought vengeance was mine...but I was filled with anger and rage only hell could manuover.

Naive I was seeing everybody as I saw myself. Taking every disappointment, disloyalty, abuse and reject comforting my mind that they did not know better... I was like a sponge absorbing everything that was good mostly bad thrown at me, I fell apart on the inside but was a smiley pretty face on the outside...that seemed like an invite to demons who possessed my temple draining me of my substance but left scars that protruded on the outside.
I was always " the stone that builder refused" the one that " should know better " but instead I became bitter, so bitter you could smell it from a distance.

A small push and I exploded chopping my victims in shreds I lost my voice, my smile, my morals to life and living for what was half masked was now whole.