The wolves surround us all
Some more than others

They don’t seem to want anything
Except an emotion to push us further

We try to stay balanced, an empty void
Though the truth will slip out eventually

Sometimes, I look into a mirror
And see the wolf they think I am

But my rabbit body is tired of the constant stares
And their twisted words to turn us onto ourselves

I can’t change their made-up minds
But perhaps I can become my own wolf, who doesn’t bite

Copyright © Robin LeeAnn

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