This wild beast can not be tame, does not wish to respond to reason or logic. This inner dialogue has no filter or boundary. She bucks and roars and screams beneath this exterior. She wants to go. To run. To discover. To challenge. To be alone. To be free. She hurts in all the wrong places, where her mind won’t let her go. Won’t let her go. Her mind won’t let her go. It’s all bottled up, not so nice, not so neat, just caged beneath this skin. It tears and it makes her angry. The truth makes her angry. The anger makes the tears. This cycle, this tortured soul, this caged beast within won’t let her go. And she swallows it down as she always does. She swallows her soul and she sighs.