He's loud, plus many pimples all over his facade,
He's fat, and has a naturally long face,
The community tag him as an ugly odd,
They said he's the beast, so he met his disgrace.

The other one has a glass skin,
Love by many, even though he's introvert,
He's quiet, definitely smart like other kin,
They tag him as the beauty, no one can convert.

You see he's a beauty, and I am only a beast,
In a harsh reality, a beast is only a dreamer to have a beauty;
He's facing many prejudices, feels like he's already deceased,
Though if Nemesis plays, try their luck even if the folks will act aggressively.

A love that bearly impossible to have, like the fairytail brought to us,
A love that they said that it's only "wishful thinking" must be,
In this harsh reality, a beast needs to be stout to fight with lots of fuss,
So he can have his love that he dreams about even if no one agree.

Yes, I am the beast, which I have to say, I lose in battle,
They won, he won, I suffer, and now nearly healed,
I realized that this beast is meant to be alone, already tired to cry-rattle.
This beast is contented to what he has now, with no pain concealed.

...

Lesson: I was in doubt in myself; my confidence was at the lower level because of what happened; and I abandoned myself for trying to be his standard. But then, I realized that, why did I allow myself to forget himself just because of a guy who gave me a scars? Wait up! I need to cut the chase, accept everything that had been done. Let's rebuild ourselves again! We have our own BEAUTY, so do not think that you look like a BEAST.