I envisioned I was a werewolf
a hybrid human beast
free to walk with man by day
but captured by the moon's command
human face with human paws
bloodthirsty hunger human claws
two existing, one fragile pod
torn by instincts, manners, laws
but others joined the struggle
others separated, torn like me
between the lunar and the sun
others like me, on the run
I wasn't alone with these half beasts
no more carrying it all on my back
because those hybrids, outcasts, werewolves
could ban together could create a pack
but when I thought I'd found my place
the others I trusted did reveal
that all along... they were not real
simple people playing pretend
where I had thought was safety, was only man