Wolf or a Sheep?
To be a wolf or a sheep?
Die of boredom,
Or die alone?
Many will choose boredom,
thinking they can find a task to do.
I chose alone,
not realizing how much I'd lose.
No moments to share,
no one who cares,
unable to bare myself for an eternity.
Wasting time with what I loath the most.
The thoughts in my head,
that keep me from bed.
Insomnia is no friend,
Food is the enemy too.
Being perfect for no one,
I can't fill my own shoes.
Sticks and stones don't break your bones,
But your thoughts can surely hurt you.
I am the wolf,
overwhelmed with grief.
Are you a wolf,
or sheep?
This poem is about:
Me
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