She's both the Beauty and the Beast.
Majority of them can barely hold their necks straight when she passes their way.
Neither do they hold back the words expressing the things they do when no one's around because her image does something to their minds.
Constantly confessing their unconditional love for her.
They say actions speak louder than words, but with them, both teams reach maximum when it comes to the volume.
Though infatuation, you can't help but be in awe.
Silently does she wage her wars.
Crying herself to sleep because it's her only way out. Out of the pain and into the straight thoughts.
Not letting the pain go away without the lessons at hand.
The things thrown her way would leave many her age doing things not worth the emulate.
But she always make it to the other end as the masterpiece they get to see.
That's the Beauty in her Beast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem