Many things in life I have seen and done.
Makes me wonder, am I the devil's son?

Though I really do not want to be.
Times he seems to have hold of me.

Does Satan play tricks with my mind?
Causing me to sometimes be unkind.

When in reality, all I strive to be.
Is a loving, caring soul you see.

Occasionally I don't feel in control.
Drug backward through a black hole.

Images playing on my mind's screen.
Leaves me chilled, wanting to scream.

No one seems to hear the desperation cries.
Or see tears pour from my reddened eyes.

They only see who I let them see.
Because I always hide the real me.

Afraid to let another watch the movies in my mind.
Hidden in my fantasy world alone, they are blind.

Maybe they just don't want to see, the other side of me.
A darker nasty minded guy, masked, behind a marquee.

Struggling with my fate, nearly most of my life.
Trying to hide my past, to deal with this strife.

Makes me reflect on the things in life I have done.
Again I ponder the question, am I the devil's son?