*yet another re-post of an earlier poem. STOP BEGGING ME TO RE-POST THINGS!!!!!*

My Curse... My Gift

I have a skill
that some would call a gift.
I call it a curse.
Too many times it has come upon me at the wrong time.
although I used it to help protect others.

I have a gift
that is not what it seems
because it is a curse
I am no longer who you think I am.
because this power is not really my own.

I have a curse
the blood that flows through my veins
and is mixed with a substance not of this world:
the transformation of a teenager to a demon.
the hideous strength.

I have a secret
I hid this deep inside me to protect you
but nothing can be hid forever.
your words stung and open wounds that still kill me inside.
"no... You're a demon! all this time you were lying to me!"
your words stabbed deeply through my heart.
and when I tried to tell you the truth
I was no longer me.
you who cared in the moments of my sorrow
turned away when you saw me
as a demon.

now i prowl in the darkness.
waiting for any who try to hurt you.
hoping you would wonder why you are so safe
when your life was forfeit the first time i met you.
that I can do: cheat fate for you.
keep you alive a little longer.
be your unknown bodyguard.
My attempt at redeemtion
which will be ever unknown.

that is my inner demon.
this is my skill.
this is my bane.
this is my gift.
this is my curse.

my life.