Behind my innocent, soft, playful self,
Is a foul, cold, vicious beast, ready to be awakened
It’s restless, it’s difficult to contain, I want to free the beast,
This treacherous beast I want it to go away
But it resists, it wrestles away from my grasp
It hides and I think it’s gone, but it comes back during unwanted moments
Sometimes, I take on the beast’s form, and I am vulnerable
So I fight back anything that I sense will do me harm
I can’t hold back the tears, and I wash away little by little a small part of the beast
Tears of blood trickle down my cheek and inside the beast is wounded
As days go by and volcanoes explode lava, the beast roars
It leaves its mark, and fades away
Outside mirrors inside, everything seems fine
I know it will revive, but I’m okay
I take this small, precious moment, and for now I know
I am free.