I was ignored, tortured, and cried silently at nights
Injured from inside, weak, and emotional
Maybe that was my fault; no one was there to heal me
So I decided to cure myself by doing the same to others

Then one day, I shouted, but they stayed mum
I understood: to be strong, I had to be a devil
I decided to turn myself into one
No more a slave to emotions, no more a listener
The world isn't kind to the emotional

Each day and night, I enjoyed hearing their shouts
When I hurt them, I liked seeing tears in their eyes
I liked their fear, their...