Flippy Favors Freedom

I'm As Happy As Can Be,
With My Little Tree Friends.
You Could Say I'm So Happy,
I'd Love Them To The Very End.

I Cherish All Of Them,
In A Way You'd Not Respect,
But Still I Love Them,
Always Shown Indirect.

But That's Just It,
I Hate The Ways In Fact.
What Is It? Well,
Let's Just Call It A Blood Pact.

Ever Since The War,
I Have Not Been Me,
I Become Someone,
Who I Do Not Wish To Be.

I Can Remember Stabbing Two Eyes Out,
With Nothing But Pencils,
Then Cutting Their Face Off,
To Use As A Stencil.

I Once Played Hide And Seek,
Seeking Only To Win,
To Win And Take Their Lives,
Leaving Nothing But A Devilish Grin.

I Hate What I Am,
Do Not Get Me Wrong!
I Want To Join And Laugh ,
To Just Play Along!

But Alas,
There Will Be No Bliss,
For It Will Never Leave...
Oh, I Do Not Want This!

I Will Try And Try,
For The Sake Of My Friends,
To Live A Normal Life,
To The "Normal" End.

No Stabs, No Slashes,
No Cuts, No Bruises,
For I Will Be The One,
He No Longer Uses.