Laura Venter (20th October 1995 / middleburg)

i think i see,
the wolf in me,
the lonely wolf
that howls to comfort itself
that looks up at the moon,
because the moon is its only friend
but the moon is not always there,
and i see this lonesom beast.

i think i see,
this beast in me,
the consius,
i think i may not bear,
Because this beast i see,
is definatly me,
i want to hide,
and cry inside,
and howl for the pain if feel
so wat i feel can be free
as free as my spirit
as free as my howl,
but just because my howl is loud
and just because i howl out unproud,
does not mean that people hear my painfull sound
people deny the wolf is powerful
just because me,
the wolf
the beast,
is free
so, why, why cant we see,
the beauty inside of me,
the beauty on worlds edge,
that is so free,
why do people despise,
what lies inside of me? ?