Some people call me The Bat,
People who usually see me as a brat,
Call me with more creative names,
Me, for who is not bothered with these noises,
The night is the one which calls for me to,
Battle my demons in silence of the darkness,
My fears transforming to the tools for my fight,
Demons, falling as I go further to combat,
In a way that my past self would not believe,
Silencing the voices echoing in my head,
Of the words which hurt my pride and heart,
The Bat now rises over slain fears and demons,
Darkness is no longer a place to fear,
Ending a life worth of sadness and despair.