BEAST
Am I a beast yes a beast within I surge with the hate of a three pronged beast
that will soon be unleasehed
is this how you see me cause it seems so
you say you want to understand but then why do I feel the judgment
I loath the idea of the two who brought me up to love a God that I pray to but can't see
As I curl up in a ball with my nose up against a wall
you see me and ask if I am okay
but the beast lashes out and yells back
AS IF I WAS EVER OKAY
"drip drip drip"
whats that sound
is it the sound of blood?
no but that of a tear in which the beast shows with eminse fear
the fear that he is looked at as a monster
and all that being one encompouses
from the freshley sharpened horn
to the bleek and morbid sounds
and the eyes yes the eyes which say it all
that the beast is not much at all what they think him to be
but a human like you and me.
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