The Lone Wolf
Looking for their community
A body with a brain,
just like everyone else.
Yet so different,
from anybody else.
Out in a crowd,
that they don't belong.
Walking past everyone,
with eyes glaring,
like monsters intruding.
The outcast,
the misunderstood.
The one who was ridiculed and feared,
always a mystery that couldn't be solved.
I am right,
you are wrong.
Follow the rules,
or just be gone.
Did anyone asked,
what are their thoughts?
Never.
They only care about themselves.
The lone wolf doesn't cry,
they know that this is life.
Out searching for others of their kind,
and they shall celebrate each other,
during the night.
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