The Demon Inside (Poem)

Crouching, head down

In darkness within

The fires of his rage light nothing

Held by strangers

He waits, impatient 

The fires of his rage erupting

Instant, it seemed 

His restraints to dust

Again, now the Demon returns

Standing, head up

He blazed through the dark

I screamed, through my chest he had burned

My skin a bubbling mess

A foul smell

I glance up in searing pain

He smiled at me

With intent to hurt

Then joyously burned my face

Forever shunned

Forever noticed

The Demon had marked me for life

He acted as me

Convinced those close

Scarring with rage burning bright