Poet - Demon

I can identify every little change of expressions, movements,

With this eye

I can hear every hum across the wall, know whose call,

With this ear

I can smell every scent or particles hidden in the air,

With this nose

I can spoke any lies, make skin crawl,

With this mouth

I can feel and tell any texture, temperature

With this skin

But I can’t cry

Cannot be shy, scared, disappointed

Can’t feel sorry, sad, chaotic

I’m not caring,

I’m calm, almost silent.

Who am I?

I do enjoy existence, and places that feels alive

Like in a party or festival

When emotions smothered me, I like it,

Even those feeling came from others,

I don’t mind,

Cause I can’t feel mine.

Why can’t I?

I’m not weak, I’m strong

I don’t love, I hate

I don’t scared, I dare

I don’t shy, I proud

I don’t hoist, I blend

I don’t grieve, I mad

I don’t forgive, I revenge

I don’t scream, I curse

I don’t think, I react

I don’t smile, I smirk

I don’t run, I fight

I don’t fear, I kill

What am I?

I don’t know… But there’s always a surname

You can pick which ones you like best

Don’t tell me, I don’t care…