The wolf cries

If i were a lesser person i would call you every name in the book

Every word i can muster beyond the twisting of my esophagus 

I can’t breathe and it makes you smile 

But instead i bite my bleeding tongue 

And silently wish onto you what you have willed upon me 

To be lesser 

To feel fear when you step outside of the confines of a home you can’t afford 

I want you to cower under the foot that steps upon your head 

With it’s complacency 

And bursts your empty skull with its perception of what is fair 

I want you to feel hollow 

In such a way that only being looked through can create 

You are to sit silent, don’t complain 

Shackle your own feet before i find something else to take 

When your soles start to bleed 

I will have mercy 

Allow you to stop the march long enough to bend down and clean it up 

If i were to wish upon you what you have chosen for me 

You would fizzle out in an instant 

So hold onto this 

Your false belief that you have created something less than destructive 

And when they tear down the walls you thought they’d protect 

I hope you cry wolf and realize 

You call for yourself