I'm a sheep in wolf's clothing.
They treat me like some
loud, brave, fiery girl.
It's all an act.
I put it on because I'm afraid that they
will tear me apart.
They are all just waiting patiently
for me to collapse
under the weight of
my costume.
They pretend to be supportive
but I see it in their eyes.
They don't know
that I know
who they are.
They are all
wolves in sheeps' clothing.
Apr 4
Apr 4, 2026 at 12:06 AM UTC
I'm a sheep in wolf's clothing.
They treat me like some
loud, brave, fiery girl.
It's all an act.
I put it on because I'm afraid that they
will tear me apart.
They are all just waiting patiently
for me to collapse
under the weight of
my costume.
They pretend to be supportive
but I see it in their eyes.
They don't know
that I know
who they are.
They are all
wolves in sheeps' clothing.
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