when she's alone

dark thing cross her mind when she's all alone
she isn't left to be n her own
she's thinks of razors and torture
she drops her mask and loses her composure
she lets her hair down
and no where is the fake smile but only an honest frown
she tries so hard to be strong
but the beast tells her as one they have never been for very long
i hate it the desolate loneliness like i'm the only one
and it seems that every time i am alone it all comes undone
i can't stop it, nor can the beast
not when the devil wants us to come to his feast
my heart breaks eternally
and i'm left wondering if my heartbreak is evident externally
the beast protects me, she is me
protecting me, so how can a girl be two girls in one? and still be one and the same? how can this be?
i fight and i argue about her and about me
she is me, feels my misery and whether or not i am happy
]she is part mask and part shield
she is the part, the side of me that will never yield
who is she?
what part do you not get? the beast is me?
the anger the sorrow
the beast is my emotions, will always be there from today and tomorrow
we are one
one but to call me two is more fun
blame it on the beast and the beast is me
THE BEAST IS ME!!! how many times until you can see?