I used to be ashamed of him.
I tried to lock him up, keep him quiet, pretend he didn’t exist.
I called him evil. I called him dangerous. I called him a monster.
But he’s the one who’s been protecting me my whole fucking life.
When nobody came to save me, he showed up.
When the world tried to break me, he took the hits instead.
He doesn’t trust softness. He only understands power.
He’s not pretty. He’s not nice. But he’s loyal as fuck.
He’s not the enemy.
He’s the guardian.
If you have a Beast inside you… stop trying to kill him.
Stop being ashamed of him.
Learn how to aim him.
Because he’s been carrying you this whole time.
And it’s time you finally carried him back.
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