The Beauty And The Beast
The Beauty And The Beast
There is a villain in every story
A wicked witch of the west,
A wicked witch of the east
An evil stepmother... A monster, a beast.
What does this villain look like?
Some people may ask,
It does not always have a black cape
or a witch's broom or a big scary mask.
I have a villain of my own
But she is kind of hard to see,
She has a really good disguise
And she looks a lot like me.
Mirror, mirror on the wall
who is the fairest of them all,
or maybe it's a monster, a monster inside of me
Tell me, tell me just what do you see?
Rip me apart
And tear me to shreds,
Tell me who I am
or tell me who I am not,
Tell me what I need
or tell me what I got.
You bring out my scars
My sadness, my fears, and my aggressions,
You cause me a lot of envy
And then you leave me with depression.
Deprive me of my confidence
And destroy my self-esteem,
You cause me to fear judgement
And you make me yell and scream.
You taunt me with your words
Like this is some kind of a game,
But when it comes down to it
There is just nobody else to blame.
This villain is not a creature
or a devil sent from hell,
No, it is not a witch or a demon
This villain is myself.
I try to fight it
But it will not stop,
It is never going to cease
It is mean, It is a liar.
I AM THE BEAUTY AND THE BEAST
There is a villain in every story
A statement that is true,
But how do you kill the monster
when it lives inside of you?