He fills you with hate. Frustration, anger, pain. Makes you question yourself, your abilities, your dreams. He battles every part of you, questions every action. He’s trapped inside you, tearing your insides apart. You want him to get out, escape.
And yet he drives you, pushes you. He’s everyone who said you can’t, won’t. He’s everyone who ever said you weren’t good enough, not smart enough. He’s every person you’re out to prove wrong. He’s every person who’s caused you pain. He pushes you through chaos, through heartbreak, through every obstacle you’ve ever faced.
He makes you better, makes you stronger.
A Toast: To the Beast