Fuck it all. "Why me?" I often wonder.
Sometimes a gift, sometimes a curse.
Sometimes I just want to live like a wild thing.
Sometimes I just want my pelt on a wall.
A wolf. A creature of stealth. Of learning. Of finding your path. Of misunderstanding.
I have my pack. I have my friends. But all the horrors find their way to me. Realization of what I am.
Am I a creature of beauty, or am I a monster?
If the world knew what I am, a lot would pay for my pelt on a wall.
One day I'll see. I'll see the monster I am. But for now, the world won't see my head as a trophy. I won't be the one to be shot.
I am a wolf. A creature of beauty. But I am also human. I am monstrous. Yin and yang. Black and white. Beautiful and ugly. Sweet and bitter.
Humanity won't see me giving up.
The world will NEVER see my pelt on a wall.