Wolves have tears—so true and divine, A drop of water—but you are blind. Tears are regret for being like others, Tears are faith to prove, I am real.
Eyes tell the truth of the story untold, A monster is kind-hearted in veins of gold. Born with someone who cares, Forced to become like others' snares.
By Vedanta Anagha
This is something you only know when you see the crowd. The society is harsh.