Who am I?

Walls...

Thick layers of walls.

My fears and anxieties lies beneath those walls.

My depression which I keep hidden. My pain which I continue to conceal.

"Who am I?" 

Because I keep building my walls, I have forgotten what I was. How I used to be.

"Who am I?" I continue to ask myself repeatedly. Hoping that one day I would receive an answer.

"You are a demon waiting to break free. A disaster waiting to happen. An instrument to make people suffer." 

I refused to believe that until I realized I unknowingly hurt the people who I considered precious. I have made them suffer without realizing it. 

Whispers...

Rumors...

"STOP!!" I yelled repeatedly at nothing.

Disaster...

Suffer...

I am an instrument to make people miserable. I am the devil's puppet. And in my despair I turn to God to beg for forgiveness. Begging him to keep my loved ones safe from suffering. To ease the pain and misery that I put them in.

And just to make sure I end my life in despair.

"Who am I?"

I ask once again.

I...

Am Dead.