He's loud, plus many pimples all over his facade,
He's fat, and has a naturally long face,
The community tag him as an ugly odd,
They said he's the beast, so he met his disgrace.
The other one has a glass skin,
Love by many, even though he's introvert,
He's quiet, definitely smart like other kin,
They tag him as the beauty, no one can convert.
You see he's a beauty, and I am only a beast,
In a harsh reality, a beast is only a dreamer to have a beauty;
He's facing many prejudices, feels like he's already deceased,
Though if Nemesis plays, try their luck even if the folks will act aggressively.
A love that bearly impossible to have, like the fairytail brought to us,
A love that they said that it's only "wishful thinking" must be,
In this harsh reality, a beast needs to be stout to fight with lots of fuss,
So he can have his love that he dreams about even if no one agree.
Yes, I am the beast, which I have to say, I lose in battle,
They won, he won, I suffer, and now nearly healed,
I realized that this beast is meant to be alone, already tired to cry-rattle.
This beast is contented to what he has now, with no pain concealed.
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Lesson: I was in doubt in myself; my confidence was at the lower level because of what happened; and I abandoned myself for trying to be his standard. But then, I realized that, why did I allow myself to forget himself just because of a guy who gave me a scars? Wait up! I need to cut the chase, accept everything that had been done. Let's rebuild ourselves again! We have our own BEAUTY, so do not think that you look like a BEAST.
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THE ANXIETIES THAT TAUGHT ME (A SELF HELP BOOK)
PoetryThe collection of original poems of mine, lessons I've learned through my own poems, and challenges I'd went through just to defeat my problems and anxieties. I wrote these pieces whenever the monster named anxiety tried to break my core again. Take...
