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#The Beast
the beast

Hollowed echoes oHollowed echoes of misfit 

Misprints

Unfinished sentences

Half thoughts

Reminders

Replay 

Misguided 

Making me unfit to represent 

Any semblence of heaven sent

Pushing down fingers

Past esophagus lining 

Wretching tears 

and words 

given without thought 

to where they land on soft hearts

Echoes

Living like hourly news reports of what not to present

Not good enough

But we thank you for your effort

Chimes on the hour

Reminding of slow walks down long hallways

Pinning selves to imperfect

Wanting to blend into faded memories

No mirrors

No pictures 

Please

 

Dont see me

 

Not good enough

Not beautiful enough

 Not small enough

 Not happy enough

 Not enough

Not

Enough

For you to accept imperfected perfectly made me

Too freakish 

Too outside the box

Too intelligent

Not intelligent enough

Too much of your wanting me 

to fit into spaces I have no place in

 

You dont have to talk

I replay your thoughts

I echo your words

When I dream 

So that when I wake 

You dont have to reiterate

The messages

Fed into brain patterns

I can tell you all the things I should be

 

I echo your glances

I feed on the things I am not

Brush off the accolades as passing thoughts

 

They live below the chatter

Feasting 

I am only what you make of me

Repeating all the things I couldn't be

The beast that lives within

Replaying tapes of what I might have been 

 

Twisting my thoughts

 

It took years off my existence

 

The Beast lived inside me

Echo chambers 

I lived in its spaces

 

I clawed my own skin 

To be free of voices

 

Demeaning me

 

Every eye open 

Waiting for body shots

 

That once again hit buttons

That screech all the words

I thought I killed

 

The Beast 

Always 

Lies in waitfit 

Misprints

Unfinished sentences

Half thoughts

Reminders

Replay 

Misguided 

Making me unfit to represent 

Any semblence of heaven sent

Pushing down fingers

Past esophagus lining 

Wretching tears 

and words 

given without thought 

to where they land on soft hearts

Echoes

Living like hourly news reports of what not to present

Not good enough

But we thank you for your effort

Chimes on the hour

Reminding of slow walks down long hallways

Pinning selves to imperfect

Wanting to blend into faded memories

No mirrors

No pictures 

Please

 

Dont see me

 

Not good enough

Not beautiful enough

 Not small enough

 Not happy enough

 Not enough

Not

Enough

For you to accept imperfected perfectly made me

Too freakish 

Too outside the box

Too intelligent

Not intelligent enough

Too much of your wanting me 

to fit into spaces I have no place in

 

You dont have to talk

I replay your thoughts

I echo your words

When I dream 

So that when I wake 

You dont have to reiterate

The messages

Fed into brain patterns

I can tell you all the things I should be

 

I echo your glances

I feed on the things I am not

Brush off the accolades as passing thoughts

 

They live below the chatter

Feasting 

I am only what you make of me

Repeating all the things I couldn't be

The beast that lives within

Replaying tapes of what I might have been 

 

Twisting my thoughts

 

It took years off my existence

 

The Beast lived inside me

Echo chambers 

I lived in its spaces

 

I clawed my own skin 

To be free of voices

 

Demeaning me

 

Every eye open 

Waiting for body shots

 

That once again hit buttons

That screech all the words

I thought I killed

 

The Beast 

Always 

Lies in wait