You were always a wolf.
Not a ravenous cruel wolf,
but a strong fighter,
who could never be brought down.
At least that's what I thought.
For your entire life you've been being strangled.
Strangled with the Sheep's Clothing,
that the world wanted you to wear,
wanted you to embrace.
And now you're fight is fading away.
They want you to conform.
I wanted you to keep fighting.
You were always a bright spark,
but you were slowly being dimmed.
And I never thought to see it.
YOU ARE READING
A Dash of Lemon
PoetryThis is a bunch of random poetry I wrote. Key word being random. Some of it kind of has a story continuing from my other poetry book, (Backwards Lemons) but it's not super important. Some of it's insane, some of it's random, some of it's crazy, and...
