Growing Out My Hair Again

Spider

I have been told that

I am a spider. 

Trapping people in my web,

Making them think that we are friends. 

I kill a part of them each time.

I've been told that

I am a weed in a garden.

Searching for love so deeply,

That I take until it hurts

And in return,

I have nothing to give.

I have been told 

That I am what my mother said, 

A wolf in sheep's clothing,

A hurricane with skin,

But,

I am glad to be a spider,

A weed in a garden,

A wolf and a hurricane. 

I hope it hurts to think of me, 

I hope it hurts to love me. 

I am meant for so much more

Then this tiny world. 

Touch me wrong,

And you'll find out why.