The Beauty and the Beast
In every story, there is a beauty, there is a witch, a prince charming, a friend..and a villain. Well, the villain got a good disguise. The villain looks a lot like me.
She tears me apart. She causes me a lot of grief, sadness, depression and agression. She causes me to envy. Leaves me with depression, and takes away my confidence. She's the reason why I pity myself. She's the reason why I'm not content. She's the reason why I cry myself at night. Oh why, oh why is she doing this to me?
Can she just be happy for me? But what is there to be happy about, anyway? You see, she feeds my disgust and anger for myself. Hands down for her. She succeeded because I concede. I hate myself. I hate myself.
There is no one to blame but the villain itself. What fucking hurts the most is the the villain is no other than myself too. Funny at the same time that the beauty and the beast are the same. I've got a battle between myself.
You see, I've been trying to stop this monster inside me. I tried to fight it. I tried to ignore it. But it grows more and more stronger. I wanted to kill it...
But how do I kill the villain if it is inside me?
Just a thought,
DSB
