The boy was like a puppet; always wearing a mask to hide what he was feeling and always did as he was told. The strings cut into his wrists, and the little fight in him said to keep going, but his mind told him to give up and conform to fit society.
Don't we all have one? Mine is often trying to free itself from the shadow world where it resides... Sometimes I wonder, if the beast is really, just the unspoken silenced parts of me that wish to share some ancient wisdom... The Beast by Francesco1969