The Creature I Am.

Don't speak unless spoken to is a rule we used to follow. It's a rule I still follow in my home. For although I am grown, and although I am respected, I still have to barter, beg and borrow the respect I can never demand nor "deserve". But I'm the one, I was the first I am the example in which you praise and preach. I am the myth, I am the legend I am the Devil in which guards the Heavens I am the reason you cower in fear It is my sins which taught The God to hear It is my sins in which prevent the holy mouthpiece from barring it's teeth The wretched fangs which fear my flesh and bones. The wretched claws which display my mistakes and misfortunes like art on the wall. The wretched words that dig and bury themselves in my chest, forever my burden. I am the "Angel" in which "praises" the Heavens. The heaven you believe is paradise, you believe is home. But This God does not wish to praise you or love you. They wish to burn you, play with you, break you then tell you it's your fault. I am a Demon, a Harlat, a Succubus sent to seduce and torture the God you praise and worship. I am a Whore. Born and raised like every other little girl.