Different

I fall to all fours screaming in pain. My insides rip at me. Tearing at this reality it struggles to come out. Twisting my insides hurting my soul. I dread this. I've been told that if I can give into the change it'll be peaceful. Except the beast and it'll purr. My beast has never purred. It's slashed and ripped but I don't believe it knows how to purr. So I change every month in solitude because I can not curl up with the rest of them and cuddle as I change. I'd hurt them in my self hatred. I can't bring to show people how awful I truly am.