You tell me to say what is on my mind

I open my mouth then I do

How could such vulgar words come out of someone so kind

But these are my feelings toward you

You're a sick distorted beast

That only knows to break hearts

I am not your beauty, to say the least

You're slowly tearing me apart

Please stop I cried out

You shook your head and laughed

What is this truly about?

But now that is the past

I am not your toy

Nor am I your beauty

You're not mine

I'm not yours

I am my own beauty

And you just happened to be the beast

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