A lone wolf. That's who I am; it's what I am.

 

 People,

They come and they go,

 Never to be heard again

But to be seen at a distance,

Fearing the tearing of flesh from these canines.

 

 Compassion,

Loyalty,

The destruction of self.

 

 Packs, 

Inevitably they desert me,

 When will I learn?

 

The end result is the same,

Left fending for myself;

Exploring life as it truly is.

 

At what point can a simple canine comprehend this truth?

When do the joys of a mutt's heart give over to reality?

   

One day,

One glorious day,

This wolf will run with a pack of hyenas,

Claiming one with the outcasts.

 

Nothing but love to give,

 For once to be fully accepted for what it is I really am.

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