Beastly


I will sit in my chair.
But there is a beast behind the desk.

Do you

believe when I say I am afraid?
Is there

care or

is it an act to hide your inquisition?

Are you

going to watch me rattle the cage,
or will you unlock my shackles?

Pretending

to be tamed, the beast whispers white lies.
If I said the beast was me,
would you believe that,

Too?

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