so smoothly and stealthily, i prowl through my life’s  forest.
the scars i bear i proudly wear,
i keep  them like a vest.
i don’t recall of them all, which one would be the baddest.
a broken heart a damaged mind, can’t tell which is the saddest.
they’re physical and mental marks, words like thorns still buried deep that others ****** on me.
it’s quizzical amusement dark, with much force you try so hard, to cruelly cold  hurt me.
you can’t touch the feelings, calloused with old scars.
i play this game all the time, you try to make me sad.
i stay the same i do not mind,
and why you get so mad?
you call me names like dumb, try get under my thick skin.
my nerves are tempered numb,
through hell is where i’ve been.
been there and i survived, i’ve crossed a grief filled  gulf.
and yet here I am alive, nothing hold’s down “THE WOLF”