The Beast’s Castle
We drown ourselves in oceans of self-pity and hopelessness
Hoping for the moment someone accepts us
But we never realize the damage it does
We ask ourselves why we buy roses even though we know about the thorns
How even though they might prick you it's worth it because the pain is worth the beauty.
But you realize that the beast in your castle may not always be that pretty.
And the roses might be old and withered.
Even so, we have this expectation that our beast will have beauty in it if you’re persistent enough
And our beast is our mindset and our mindset is our motivation
If our beast was truly beautiful then maybe we would be successful
Maybe we would be good enough to get that scholarship
Maybe we would be good enough to learn to bloom from being fake flowers to real ones.