Little Beast
Little Beast
you are a storm;
you were made to be chaotic and awe-inspiring. To scream your emotions in wild wind, to rally against injustice in your path, turning away with scorn from those who bind their hearts with lies in a gentle wind. Who grind their teeth to hide the storm behind their eyes,
But bear in mind,
my little beast,
that though they may leave you behind, you will never be confined or resigned to a fate that is defined,
by how well you can contain the tempest of unrest inside your heart. And promise me this,
little beast,
that you will never smother your beautiful storm, and transform into a life form of quiet neutrality, to hide behind a mask of normality to smother the brutality of your fierce mentality, because you
are a storm, little beast.
And you were made to be heard.
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