The Beast He Is Me Poem by Noah Body

Now I understand so more of where I've been
I wish those others could only have seen

It wasn't me that said all those things
The mind wasn't mine, it was a bird on wings

Flitting about, all those thoughts so wild
Spinning around, they couldn't be filed

Never resting, ever racing, never still
So out of control, it was not my will

Paranoia so strong, it was not my fault
My wounds all feel they're filled with salt

Psychosis it was, it comes from the beast
This much I know at the very least

I've researched it, this is what I've found
The beast it was, that truth does abound

It's cost was so dear I'll never recover
The pain over me always will hover

I've thrown away love, tossed away friends
The folly I'm guilty of knows no ends

I've given it all over to this beast
Of my emotions he has made a feast

I've lost it all to this beast once more
I've lost what we had, of that I am sure

I place all the blame on this little beastie
Yet this much I know, the beast he is me