The Beast Within
inside my soul,
a breast exists,
a spoiled little brat,
hating all but himself,
he haunts my days,
and rules my nights,
awaking me from sleep,
with paranoid thoughts,
and rants,
believing he is the one suffering,
existing in a soul of such a worthless being,
if roles reversed,
he assures me,
he would rule the world,
and command the page,
but I believe him to be a spoiled little brat,
for how am I,
weak and foolish me,
able to keep him captive,
and hold him back,
the beast inside of me.
Douglas Polk
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