The Beauty and the Beast There's a villain in every story.

The Beauty and the Beast

There's a villain in every story.
The wicked witch of the west,
The wicked witch of the east,
The evil step mother,
A monster, a beast.
What does this villain look like?
Some people may ask.
It doesn't always have a black cape,
Or a witch's broom,
Or a big and scary mask.
I have a villain of my own,
But she's kind of hard to see,
She has a really good disguise.
She looks a lot like me.
Mirror mirror on the wall,
Who's the fairest of them all?
Or maybe it's
Monster monster inside of me,
Tell me tell me what you see.
Rip me apart
Tear me to shreds
Make me a prisoner
Inside my own head.
Tell me what I am
And tell me what I am not.
Tell me what I need
And tell me what I've got.
You bring out my scars,
My sadness, fears, and aggression.
You cause me a lot of envy,
And leave me with depression.
Deprive me of my confidence,
Take away my self esteem.
Cause me to fear judgement
And make me yell and sceam.
You taunt me with your words
Like this is some kind of game.
But when it comes down to it,
There's no one else to blame.
This villain isn't a creature.
Or a devil sent from hell.
It isn't a witch or demon.
This demon is myself.
I try to fight it but it won't stop.
It's never going to cease.
It's mean. It's a liar.
I'm the beauty and the beast.
There's a villain in every story,
A statement that is true.
But how do you kill the monster,
When it lives inside of you?