xxx_semi_xxx Wrote:
this poem is about the "Scars" of my childhood. Basically, I was harassed so much, that I don't trust people that easy...So, that is probably the root of my preconceived ideas of ppl and my shyness...In this poem, I am the Lone Wolf. And it seems that everybody else is the pack of wolves that are abusive. Someone once said, " Sticks and Stones May break my bones, but words will never hurt me..." But what I realize is that...It's a lie. Words can break more things than just bones...
The lone wolf wasn't always alone,
She once ran with a pack of wolves,
None of which really liked her.
Each day she walked through the pain,
and bore it all,
See her fur all covered in blood stains.
Each night before she slept,
She'd lap her open wounds.
Fluff up the hay, then she'd call it a day.
Lone wolf she is now,
She has escaped somehow,
Never looking back,
She feels her scars from the past...
this isnt my work=Draconus Pyro
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