Am I so hideous a beast that none may cast a glance of friendship pure or love so gentle to soothe my aching heart and head? Am I so evil a being that none may hold my hand and share kind words with me? I did the deeds, the evil deeds so long ago. I have some good in my heart untapped; it waits for the key of love to come unlock my good from its cage of hate. Can a man not change with time and hope not lost? Do years not etch a new being on the mind of a man in prison such as the one that keeps me now, the one that holds me hostage with a chance being my ransom, a ransom held by those who know me not but hate me still? I am a beast with fangs and claws but I am a princess here shadowed by this past I wear on my back as if it was a fur coat on hottest summer day. I ask you, I beg you give me the chance I need. See below the lies they say and hate they breed. The years can change a person; mold her into what she was not before. The years began so long ago. See the years in me; see the paint of time, not the canvas onto which it was flung. See me friends, See me lover, see me now!
Posted on: Wed, 05 Mar 2014 04:55:24 +0000
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