Beauty and the beast.

I am beauty AND the beast.

The beauty is my emerald green eyes, small but fitting pink lips, my perfectly petite healing hand, my heart so empathetic it tries to understand even monsters pain.

The beast is my trauma he is the crippling anxiety the dark self hating monster. He is the wretched voices screaming at me that I am not enough.

A constant internal battle happens every fucking day and I am tired. BUT without the beast there is no beauty.

There is beauty in the way I pet my inner beast and harness him though....