Pelt On a Wall -------------------------------------------
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.
An interesting dichotomy is represented by the contrast between animal instinct and human perseverance and logic. This contrast could be made more powerful by alternating between diction; when representing the animal side, use short, to the point, almost brutal words- and when you want to show humanity, displaying eloquence with an extended vocabulary might provide an extra edge as far as the comparison between the two.
Also, I've noticed that in a lot of your poems the wolf seems to be your go-to animal for comparison, and you seem to look down on the human persona matched with your wolf. Always remember that neither side is bad; both have redeeming qualities, and that without one or the other you would only be half of what you are now. Never give up either side. Thanks for sharing, and keep writing!