Sometimes I imagine the beast within me,
is it a white tiger, or a gray wolf,
I cant see. But if I had to choose,
thats what it would be.
The anger inside me seems like a spreading fire.
You are the one that starts it,
you liar.
Ongoing, everlasting, spreading by the minute.
But the biggest fire, my heart, don't try to win it. Because you wont like that beast with in me,
whatever it may be.
