Protector ·z.m·

It's funny how things appear to the human eye.

We see a boy smiling, ahh he must be happy.

We see someone in bars, well they must be a criminal.

We see someone with dirty hands and clothes, ugh they're filth.

We see someone with awards, wow they're a gift.

We see a girl in too short of a skirt, eww she's a skank.

Yet, we don't judge right? We don't undermined each other? Degrade each other?

Yes, we do.

And I must admit, I believed these things once. When I was young and naive.

But I see, I see this was partially true, partially false.

Everyone is bad.

So, I must do my all to protect her, protect my little ounce of purity.

But can I fight off all of the demons?

Even the ones with possessing looks, thought-impairing voice, and hallucinating lips?

Can I ever be sure he isn't a demon?

Or will temptation win before I can find out?

Things aren't always what they seem. Remember, even the devil was once an angel.