What mother would tell me.

Mother would tell me I was a pretty fair maid.
Father would tell me I was a beautiful angel.
Brother would tell me I was Gorgon.
Sister would tell me I was a siren from the deep.
But none of them actually knew they were actually being cruel.
Then I would cry all night.
To be given the lizards skin.
I can't control the storm inside.
While those voices only make it worse.
The faces of terror forever engraved upon their faces.
They tried to tell me what to be on the outside.
Forced the lipstick on my lips.
Well this demon will have her day.
forsake them all.
For all their lies.
For all the lipstick they forced on me.
I will be perfect in the inside.
Or will this dark one hide in a cave.
Looking into a stream, dreaming of the life she could had.
Does God love the pretty one more?
Forever hiding within my reflection.
If you notice the lies written on the mirror.
You can see a girl screaming from behind her skin.
mother would tell me what a pretty fair maid I was.
I forsaked her for sending me to this prison.
My father would tell me I was beautiful angel.
So I turned into a demon for I could damn him.
My garden is full of these screaming souls.
Who couldnt stay away.
My guards stare at me with cold stone eyes.
I will be a angel inside.
Twirling a curl around my finger.
Just like curling men around my finger.
Mother said she loved me.
But she left me falling.
I couldnt give back the jar of hearts which I have stolen.
Why couldnt they see I was really a demon inside?