The Devil

I met the devil when i was only a child

which i didn't know until things got wild

I learned to call it my mother

With anger she would smother

her horns only appeared to me as a teen

and it wasn't on halloween

it was everyday

without delay

i was scared

but my vision was impared

i thought anger was love

till it gave me more than a shove

I fell hard into reality 

where i couldn't flee

because there was nowhere else to be 

because who would want me

afterall i was the daughter of the devil

where no one would ever be on the same level