The First Of Many

"The wolves inside my head

Gnawing at my brain

Try to take my essence 

And flush it down the drain

Remember who I am

If it's those wolves I tame

If I can't defeat them

I might just be too late

For if I can't contain them

It's my life they'll claim

Because I want to feel

Something other than the pain."

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please comment i am an imature poet

and I need critque. ~Seawolf

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