I'm just a ball , a mess , feeling like a test and I know at my best I'm never a mess but i just can't stress , enough , this is really tough because as i get older and who I am gets molded

Forming I get lost in what may have been or what it could be or what it was meant to be
If I believed in religion i would have said I was blessed but again I'm wondering if its just a test
I can't rest , i want to be my best but I'm a mess
becoming less when we should have become the best

night and day with a mix of lightning , for 10 months it was frightening but once the storm passed I found myself full of emotions that had been buried away in shackles
locked up , put away due to the mess it creates.

Unshackled and released after a decade of solitude the beast grew and found itself it the company of a soulless being missing all emotions except depression  and the beast with his new found heart would try and try and try to get her out of a rut but every time he tried and tried the soulless being slithered back into her cave of depression until she finally freaked out at the sight of the beast with his heart out on his sleeve.

The Master of the Beast was in disbelief , after a decade of solitude the beast had change but this time he had to be put back in shackles for his own good because the soulless being was still out there , pulling on his thoughts , making him do things that were out of characters for even a Beast