Behind the Beast

Curled up beside myself...

Sadness isn't enough, the beast is doormat.

As I look inside I am a prisoner, of my mind.

Around people who don't understand, at building, not a home.

Sadness, depression, never happiness.

Behind the façade of a sadness that's much greater inside.

Being in a place where all the pain started for me, that's hard.

The beast comes out to play with the wrong people.

I don't under, these emotions, unfinish business.

I feel like being here where all my pain started, is confusion even more.

I look at myself in the mirrors, and I wanted to flee away.

The phrase, "if you can't stand five minutes in the mirror looking at yourself."

You are, the enemy of your shared will.

Mirrors never lie to us, the sadness deep inside.

Should be the mirror doesn't me, it should be I can't hide my feelings.

Where my pain begun, now, I will start something new with my husband. Consider Ohio, my home as long as he is with me I know I can do anything.

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