Beast

When I was a little kid, my mom told me a story,
How the beast had fallen in love with a fairy,
It was a fairy tale was all I ever knew.

Sad, I did, but feel for the little beast,
Wish the fairy did not loathe him to say the least.
He was born that way, thats how He made him.

The beast wanted to be nice,
But his roar alone would suffice,
To make people think he was there to kill..

Everytime I'd ask my mother, why did people dislike him,
My mother'd hug me and ask, " Why do always like people like him ? "
Little did I know a strange truth she was hiding....

Everytime she told me such people are meant to be hated,
To be scorned by the humans is how they are fated,
They don't deserve to live, they should just die....

As I grew older, the truth revealed itself,
People hated me, I hated myself,
I looked like a beast, my voice would suffice,
My eyes were enough to tell people that I hated them,
No one looked at my heart, no one realised I needed them...

As fate would have it, I did fall in love with a fairy,
But life ain't fairy tale, it is just sorry,
The fairy will fly away with a prince someday,
I'll just sit and stare,
At my ugly face and lowly eyes,
I love her, she does not care...

Nothing can express how sad I feel,
To see the truth itself reveal,
I was the beast my mother warned me about...
I am a beast and I will die alone no doubt.....