Gorgeous Grace

(16/11/93 / Middle More hospital)

The beast that I am


I unleash the beast within me I unleash it very fiercely
Until I am loved my life is at stake
How does it feel you say to not be loved by the ones I love?
I say it is horrible, it feels like it takes every breath I breathe
It does not love me but it does hate me
For being who I am, I am blamed for my wickedness and the beast that I am
I try my best to be nice, I try my best… I try my best
My tears flow down like a river
It burns like the sun I cannot help it
It hurts me deep inside I run away to hide
When the full moon is up above
I unleash the beast within me I unleash it very fiercely
Until I am loved my life is at stake.

Submitted: Sunday, November 09, 2008

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