They tell me I'm beautiful.
Do they know what lies behind these eyes they call pretty?
Can they even begin to fathom the ugliness that lurks there,
The anger,
Hatred,
Envy?
This hideous beast lives within,
And yet no one seems to recognize it.
It claws at my heart, slowly but surely
Eating it away.
And one day, I shall be gone,
My soul replaced by this destructive monster,
And I will lose what little beauty I hold
Within my soul.
Will anyone remember this girl lost?
Or will they simply forget the way she used to be?
These are the questions that relentlessly escape being answered;
This hideous, misunderstood monster
Will stand alone.
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Hey you! I find this deeply moving, and utterly insightful - I believe recognizing (and sometimes even embracing) that sinister part hidden in the depths of our characters is the right way to look at life. anyone who believes that they have no "dark" sides is b.s'ing, the only problem is finding that balance in between (that sounded so star war ishh :).
ReplyDeleteThank you, Zeynep. I'm glad you liked it :)
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