Birth By Sleep

I was born an unwanted thing,
Then twisted to fit their image.
Every time I wore their mask,
A piece of me screamed,
dying.
Yes I died that day
Do they even know what they murdered?
More than a child,
Less than the man,
a monster was born,
And it chased faster than I ran.
But If they came to see me,
Could they even spare the guilt?
Could they see the good,
In this creature that fury built?
I was born an unwanted thing,
Once theirs to abhor,
Eyes once closed by their design
But now I can sleep no more.