This beast inside - hungry for fame! (hungry for something that won't fill her chest because she's empty and she only wants to get ahead) won't get her way - I am not allowing her
in my creation, she's the shade she ***** the blood out of everyone - but mostly herself she's drained, she craves
this beast inside - **** her with kindness she's only just there - accept her today she aches, too
A poem about the cut-throat side of me. And how to cope with her.