Beasts come in many forms,
they can be made or they can be born.
When your strengths become your weaknesses,
This can push gifts toward the worse.
So many questions to be answered
Yet there was no one to turn to.
Uncertainly blocked any progress,
The beast thrashes in return.
Proceeding instability,
Emotions set in quick.
Falsify, or repeat rejection of true self.
Normal normal,
What more could anyone want you to be?
Be quiet, be patience,
Be able to control thy self.
Little pedestal child,
With misunderstood needs.
Craved attention, meaning, and knowledge,
But was left to her own unease.
15 years later...
What? WHAT?!
I've never read about myself in such a fashion.
Overwhelming sensations appear.
Thoughts and feelings become clear,
only to bring on a new fear.
What now? and how?
So many thoughts,
So many steps.
I will make peace with the beast if its the last thing I do.