There is a heart inside
this twisted beast's body
scarred
broken
and worn with ugly words
and memories-
but still here.
pitchforks and swords bar my path
lanterns light my shadow
long into the lonely night,
and the branding burns of unkind words
and fearful screams
sear tortuously into the still beating life
of this misshapen thing.
You stare,
and do not understand
how I could exist,
how I dare to draw breath
and upset your narrow-minded view of the world.
I am an abomination-
a freak-
and the mere glimpse of me
is enough to make you fear change.
you hunt me in your dreams,
and **** me in your nightmares,
determined to make this life of mine finish
before it has a chance to begin.
And still...
This heart beats,
hoping a bitter hope,
that someone,
someday,
will see through this exterior
to see the gentle soul beneath,
to love the human inside the beast.
A feeble chance still exists
to escape this cursed life
and become the man I always was.
Stand down,
you simple creature-
you judge before you know,
and care not to know the truth.
look in the mirror-
Bare your fangs
and muss your mane-
look deep in those dark eyes
full of fear
and self-loathing-
and recognize;
the beast is you.
Feb 18, 2013
Feb 18, 2013 at 12:39 PM UTC
There is a heart inside
this twisted beast's body
scarred
broken
and worn with ugly words
and memories-
but still here.
pitchforks and swords bar my path
lanterns light my shadow
long into the lonely night,
and the branding burns of unkind words
and fearful screams
sear tortuously into the still beating life
of this misshapen thing.
You stare,
and do not understand
how I could exist,
how I dare to draw breath
and upset your narrow-minded view of the world.
I am an abomination-
a freak-
and the mere glimpse of me
is enough to make you fear change.
you hunt me in your dreams,
and **** me in your nightmares,
determined to make this life of mine finish
before it has a chance to begin.
And still...
This heart beats,
hoping a bitter hope,
that someone,
someday,
will see through this exterior
to see the gentle soul beneath,
to love the human inside the beast.
A feeble chance still exists
to escape this cursed life
and become the man I always was.
Stand down,
you simple creature-
you judge before you know,
and care not to know the truth.
look in the mirror-
Bare your fangs
and muss your mane-
look deep in those dark eyes
full of fear
and self-loathing-
and recognize;
the beast is you.
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