The Beauty In Belle

There once was a girl, Who's name I can't tell. To spare her the pain, I'll just call her Belle. Belle was a beauty And all the beasts could see, She was everything in a girlfriend That they wanted theirs to be. Belle was so trusting, Because she was never treated wrong, But little did she know that Her innocence wouldn't last long. She had two friends, Sasha and Trevor, And a boyfriend that she thought She'd love forever. Her boyfriend, Sam, And Trevor were friends. So this fearsome foursome Had fun to no end. The youngest of the four But the smartest, she thought. But what a friend was Was not what she was taught. Trevor and Belle Would hang out all day. She would try to be like him In her own boyish way. You see, the Trevor I speak of Was King of the Beasts And everything he wanted Was laid at his feet. And, although curious, Belle stayed true to Sam And that made Trevor feel That he was less of a man. One day, in a summer 5 years ago, Belle told me something I needed to know. She told me what happened The day that she ran. The day that will forever Be burned in the sand. She told me what happened When she looked over her shoulder And saw him walking towards her As the room grew colder. She told me her tears Were no match to his power. She told me what made this beast A coward. She told me she screamed And hollered and yelled But her cries were soon muffled By his lips, dry and pale. She told me how she felt The day that she was bruised. Never in her life Had she felt so used! I asked her why she didn't fight Or get tough like she does on the field. She just said I'd never know the Weakness that I would feel. I couldn't help but to cry for her As she blamed herself. Belle had always wanted to be The beauty on everyone's shelf. "But not like that," she said to me, "Not with one of my friends." She let a tear roll down her face As she spoke of her life's end. Some may ask why'd she tell me; "What made her come to you?" I simply look at them and say, "You don't know Belle like I do." I know this story in great detail And if you look real close you'll see The tear I shed while writing this Because...Belle is me.