Eric Urbas Poet I do not know?

For My Beauty

I know I can be rough.
I know I can be tough.
I know I can be stupid.
Many times I feel like a Beast.

I lose control,
and I wonder around.
There is no hope.
There is no love.

For who will ever,
love a Beast.
To many people pointed,
called me names.

All bad people,
making me insane!
All I can do inside,
is to make a roar to the world.

I hurt the ones I love,
I make them close,
go far away,
by just trying to survive.

I'm not proud,
I'm not happy.
I'm scared.
I'm a Beast.

But there was hope.
You were a Beauty,
such a kind little thing.
That cut me deep.

Deeper then I thought I had,
and woke up something,
That was dead inside for a long time.
I heard it and amazed.

Thumb.. Thumb.. Thumb..
It was my heart.

I wasn't afraid I wasn't scared.
I wasn't angry, or sad.
I had you,
Thats all I needed.

For everytime I heard your voice,
So soothing a sound.
How can I ever get mad.
When I knew you cared.

It was one thing,
in this whole world of,
angry and badness,
That kept me sane.

I was happy for once,
and it was something,
I so very missed.
For I almost went over the edge.

I am a clumsy Beast,
I make mistakes.
I try to protect,
But I only break.

Please see this,
Beautiful man I am inside.
For I am a Beast,
But you...
You are my Beauty.

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