The Lonely Wolf I Became Poem by Sandra Marie

Alone here
On My Own.
Standing in the middle
Of A crowd.

I never understand
why am I so different?
Is it my life?
the way I talk about life?

I know I stand
As Lone Wolf.
Just go in pack
Then seperate.

I never really know
What goes on till
The very last minute.
When It has passed.

I cry in the night
To hear...To know
Who hears me
In this beautiful night.

Love me
I cry as I'am falling
To the beyond place.
I didn't understand.

I walk around
To really know
To really find
What's My purpose.

The Lonely Wolf I became