Boogyman

Poem about people in general assuming the type of person I am

Peope fear what they
do not understand.
Might as well call
me the boogyman.

I'm not a monster
I am a warrior.
My heart is pure
my faith is strong.

My soul tainted from
my many battles.
My bruises toughened
me up.

I'm now immuned to
beatings. My emotional
soul is withered frail.
Sit in front of me.

Hear my tales
pay close attention
to my eyes.
Feel what I have to say.

As you see my tears
drip holding my pain
all my darkest secrets
enclosed within them.