Left to stumble alone,
a mockery of happiness.
Limping over broken twigs,
paws stained a dark red: I cry.
Shadows of sin chase me,
and I howl to the stars above.
Nobody looks twice
at the sad wolves that cry
into the blackness of night.
Stepping on thorns,
pushing through brambles:
A lone tear leaks through
the blue of my eyes.
I am only pieces
Of what my pack left behind;
*They stole my pride.