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Monster living inside my stomach.
Disregards logical sense.
Comes up at inconvient times,
seems justified.
Justifies itself,
while tearing you apart.
Try to be happy,
happiness makes sense,
but the beast won't let you.
Wraps its hands around your gut,
pulls relentlessly,
makes you feel sick.
Sick of sadness,
sick of the monster,
sick of wanting to be happy,
sick of yourself.
If you can't be happy,
at least be happy for others.
Their beasts are fufilled at the moment,
despite yours being ravenous.
They have a right to ignore their beasts,
to act as if they know of no beasts.
You must act with them,
so not to spoil their victory of the monster.
But your monster doesn't like abiding by the rules,
your monster is hungry and begging for attetion.
Your monster wants to make everyone else feel the same,
upset, anger that is growing within you.
Why should they forget their beasts?
You've worked just as hard as they have to quench the monster.
But yet it returns,
and returns,
and returns yet again.
No matter how you sastisfy and succumb to it,
the beast is ingrained in your soul.
The beast knows no consideration.
And no consideration does it have for you,
or anyone else.
But you like having the monster inside you,
at the very least,
to distance yourself from the feelings inside you hate.
The feelings that ashame you but liberate your trife.
The monster lets you distance yourself,
and shift the blame of your faults.
Your anger,
jealousy,
sadness and
resentment that blossom in the light of other's triumphs.
The beasts gives you an excuse to be imperfect,
but also exhiles all pride and confidence.