I the Wolf.

Am I not one...of them?
Sheep shepherd to be like all, accepted.
For not I am, glazed mirrors the eyes perceive
Obedience has never been a Wolf's reprieve.
A path my own, emancipation.
Rejected from the sheep's condemnation.

To roam the woods of life so vast.
Observant and aberrant is what the shadows ask.

I the Wolf, am free.