ok heres a lighter poem.
The Beast
planted by the mouths of bullies, by a predator's hands conceived.
now within me lives The Beast, what once i thought an evil seed.
persecuted still is she, beast of darkness and of light.
born to guide me through the rain and save me from my plight.
fur of grey, horns yellow, a ridge down her back.
chiseled chest, muscular arms, on her belly a six pack.
provoke her not, or your breath be caught as she protects
the Fallen Child she lives within from all that hurts and infects.
and in the arms of The Beast, so far away from fear.
she embraces me in her warmth and holds at bay the tear.
she is pulling me from the wreckage of betrayal and pain.
she's what helping me win the war i once fought in vain
ur amazing ^^
