A Sheep In Wolf's Clothing

A day in the life of a sheep in wolf's clothing:
I woke up, like every day, full of self-loathing;
Full of remorse for the ones that I left
By the wayside, though I never mauled them to death;
To be honest, dear reader, my heart wasn't in it -
I can explain if you give me a minute.

I was a sheep of the cheapest variety:
Gutless and spineless and full of anxiety,
Thus I was blessed - or possibly cursed -
With not too much interest in finishing first.
I wandered aimlessly through every day,
Doing what I thought was right, come what may -
"Do unto others" and all of that stuff -
Apparently though, that just wasn't enough.

I tried and I tried to be Mr. Nice Guy
But as life passed me by, I just wondered why
The people around me looked down on me so;
I'd count myself lucky if one said hello
But I always noticed that look in their eyes;
After a while, it was no great surprise -
I just pretended that I didn't care,
But I never understood why it was there;

And no-one could ever explain to me how
Not hurting a fly made me what I am now:
A pantomime wolf who can't love any more,
Preying on lambs just to even the score.