Femwolf4361• Show poetry

 A mask I wear to keep peace in my family,
 for I am not the daughter they wish me to be.
 The beast within wishes to be set free tonight,
 but I know that I have to do what is right.
 I am not a wolf that my soul longs to be,
 I am stuck in this stupid human identity.

 Sad to say, I do not agree with Humanity,

 I believe I was cheated out of my destiny. 

 I just want to live with the necessities in life,

 and freedom from these traditions, I will not resolve to a knife.

 But I have before, and it did not cure,

 All the these feelings inside.

 I'm tired of trying to be someone I'm not.

 I wish I didn't have to act anymore, I'd rather be shot

 As an animal than to keep playing for others to see.

 It's funny how many people judge others, even judge me.

 Turns out we are all like another just waiting for our moment to shine.

 When I get ask how I'm feeling, I always lie and say "Fine."

 Truth is that I feel as though I'm missing out on my turn of freedom.

 Instead, I sit in this lonely room dying of boredom.

 You can't always get what you want, no one knows it better than me,

 I rather live in a fantasy and be happy, than in this stupid reality.

 I fight to much for others that it would be a shame to die,

 I may be misurable but at least I have to try.