Lycanthropy

 

It's said that eyes mirror the souls of men,

But those who look into my eyes see not

A man, instead a beast stares back at them,

Longing to break free, but forever caught.

Rational thought denies my existence;

Society scorns me, calls me insane.

All of them fools, slaves of ignorance,

Their denial is the source of my pain.

All day I'm trapped by work and family

By society with its rules and trends.

Constantly trying to set myself free,

Yet always lured back by false hopes and friends.

But as night settles anew, I know now,

I'm truly free as the beast in me howls!

 

By WolfFangn.

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