How can I look at the Beast when it looks at me mad? And how can I talke to such a thing when it doesn't want to talke to me? If there is nothing to say there is no words at all that can fill this room. There is no happyness until the Beast comes out of it's shyness . How can it come out of it's shyness if it does not know how to? The Beast is yet ready to fight the evny inside it. How can such a thing have beautiful eye but have a hateful smile that will kill such a thing. The Beast isn't me but The Person inside me! It is yet to long of a time. But wait the Beast has cryed it's last cry!