the sheep in wolves clothing

A short poem for people who hate living in the loneliness that they created. Enjoy!

With lips that don't speak 

With eyes that don't weep 

How do you survive in this world that demands both?

With hands that don't write

And a mind that doesn't think

How do you survive without crumbling along with the rubble? 

Hide behind fangs all you would like

But the truth of the matter is you have no venom

You have no sting, nor poison, nor bite

All you have is yourself and the facade that you've created

So when it stings it hurts

When it hurts it burns

And when it burns it turns into ashes

Leaving you in an empire of dirt

surrounded by the beautiful embers of what used to be

Because you couldn't be bothered to break down your walls

Well, they came down anyways

crashing in a display so beautiful

It was a shame you were the only one to see it

A shame that by the time the foundation that held you together broke

You were left alone to pick up the shattered remains

Alone. A lone. A lone wolf howling at the moon

That is what you wanted to be, yes?