The words that filled this diary
One
Two
Maybe three years of
Not you
Cannot be you
Has to be the battle of
Those wolves you always heard about.
Only
Ten days shy
Of one month
That I realized,
Every pack has a leader.
I never wanted to
Be lead,
Yet there I was
Completely unaware of the leash.
“You’re doing so well”,
They say
Without knowing
I am dealing with
Heartbreaking
Clarity.