What am I?
They say I am full of love and compassion.
I have always sensed the hurt in a stranger's voice; it calls to me in desperate need.
I soothe their pain, I quiet their cries.
But the ones I love most, I fear I hurt more than heal.
My words twist in their heart and circle in their mind without me even knowing.
I see the pain I inflicted in their eyes; I hear it shaking in their voice.
Strangers recognize me from afar, they come for healing.
A gentle touch of my hand, a comforting embrace with my arms, it is this they crave.
Their confident, they call me, with lips like that of a sealed vault.
A slap to the face is what is given to my love.
Like with the strangers, I do not think or plan, it simply comes without pause.
Why, I ponder, is this so different?
My eyes so kind, my words like expensive silk.
My smile lights up the room, they long to hear the laughter in my voice.
My soul is pure; my spirit is full of light.
I fear what I see when I look in the mirror.
I see the rage in my eyes, the laughter of the dammed I hear gurgling from my throat.
My soul is tainted and black, my spirit is tormented.
Was there a flaw in my creation to cause this malice?
Why do I know just what to say to bring forth the greatest agony?
I am told I am an angel, but I fear I am a demon.
Please tell me,
I must know the truth.
What am I?
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