They are screaming again,
Filling up my head,
Feeling like a wolf in pain,
Wishing upon bloodshed,
Counting one, two, three,
Last breath till I am free,
Just leave me upon the land,
While my bones turn to sand,
Don't lend a helping hand,
Resting here in my woodland,
Maybe I am diseased,
Harder and harder to breathe,
Hatred and destruction, you are all appeased,
Let me rot away to see what underneathe,
Maybe I am religious,
Not content of hateful vicious,
Self harm, self hatred stitches,
Maybe am not catholic, christian, protestant,
Maybe am not like all the rest who are incompetent,
Maybe my nature is that of Mother Earths confident,
Maybe I am not Human,
Maybe I am not what the world expects,
Maybe I am not what you presume,
In the eyes of everyone that evil comsume,
Maybe I am just like the wolves,
Howling at the moon,
Seeing the hate, not thinking of themselves,
Not caring about an offensive cartoon,
Here I am, trying to understand,
The feelings, the emotions,
The fear of what I can't grasp,
Trying to hard, fighting stance.