I am done being a lamb to your slaughter.
Tired of once more being willingly offered,
Weakness embodied, devotion
I thought I was owing…
My mistake, my folly, my downward spiral
Founded in your once and again embrace.
Set at your pace, and cruel in timing.
Misplaced pride, distasteful love.
No hope in your hold.
I never stand tall. I always fold.
Truth be told I think I traded my
Confidence and calm
In attempting to belong.
But I don’t.
And I don’t want to.
You made me a sheep.
When I am meant to be a wolf.
I’m not one to keep,
Not one to be cowed, confined and defined
By someone else.
I am done being something I am not.
PS: I dunno if you guys have noticed but I kind of have this thing with wolves where I love them. A lot. =D So keeping with that trend, I thought I’d share a small victory for Red Wolf Recovery in NC. That whole sitch breaks my heart =/ hopefully there’s still hope…. if you’re curious: click me!