Sometimes I howl at the moon,
But nobody hears.
They see me happy at noon,
But they don't notice my tears.Drop by drop, the sky is crying,
But nobody sees.
They used to see me smiling,
But they don't know I have a disease.Sometimes I walk in the woods,
But nobody knows.
They think I follow the rules,
But they don't hear my moans.This happens every full moon, -
My body is covering with fur.
I am walking in the woods.
Alone... On my own.
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A Piece of poetry
PoetryThe collection of all the endless feelings and senses in this world.