I wasn’t an angel before.
My heart was sore.
I was a devil.
I was all evil.

I didn’t realize what I was doing.
Neither the path I was going.
No one likes me.
They accused me whenever they see.

I pranked them to keep them happy.
They called me crafty.
I scare them, it was fun.
And they would run.

I dwelled inside their minds.
I was very unkind.
I told them to start riots.
Whispered in their ears to be liars.

But one day, I asked the superior.
I'm the inferior.
Why people don’t like me?
They are very frightened when they see.

They accuse me for no reason.
Calling me "The evil even."
Why? I asked with tears...