I was only six years old, when I learned that the sorld behind my wall was somthing very cold.
It was only at the fragile age of when I was seven, that I got confronted with the fact that someday, I'll too go to heaven.
Because at that point, in my own world I still wore the crown, and some kids whose minds could not comprehend tried to make me drown.
And the be honest I only fought through the bullying until the age of eight, to come across a more unfortunate fate.
It was then that I learned that the monster that lived inside of my head, was only a reflection of the one that visited me in my bed.
I only survived and became twelve of age, to be tested to measure up against demons with a far bigger rage.
It was not until thr age of fifteen, that my eyes were fed with the first gentle thing to be seen...
A magical boy with the most gentle touch, who made me forget about the fact that my life was quite rough.
But at the age of twenty, I was swallowed so deep inside the vessel of my rusted cage, that I to, had become one filled with too much inner rage.
At the age of twenty-one, I thought it was done. By now, I've realised that my story to this day, most likely still has not begun.
There are not many left to whom I show my real side, instead of the monster, I keep my heart locked inside.
The tormented monster is finally out, it is when I'm amongst others that it's standing damn proud.
But to the few who manage to break through that unbreakable layer, I thank you severely for becoming the answer to my prayer.
Because out of all that happened, it's you who to this day still teach me the most important lessons. And that is to through the masquearade, to never forget about your soul's true essence...
