The Beast With In Me Poem by Marie Kroldart

I think I see the wolf in me which she is very accused;
she is lonely and beaten and sometimes abused
She howls to comfort herself as she glares to the moon lite sky
her only best friend is that in which she is denied
But sometimes he isn't even there in which her class is defined
I see this lonely beast.
I see her bold and true,
I think I may not bear witness to her because of what she can do,
she cannot escape me nor I with her
Because this beast I see in front of me
Is the beast that lays within me,
And just because my howl is loud doesn't mean I kill
and just because I howl out un- proud doesn't mean I can't feel,
So, why, why CANT YOU see,
The beauty that lays inside of me?