Dog? 
Mutt? 
Monster? 
Ha!
I laugh at the names. 

To me, they all mean the same thing.
They are true. 
They all point to me.
And even though they mean to shatter my heart,
I don't feel the pain of the words. 

Wolf, I am.
Howling at the moon.
Staring at the stars. 
In my dreams, I run through the forests.
Scaring people without even trying.

Different.
Stranger.
Blood-thirsty.
Ha.
Those names are true.

They will never know how broken I am.
Not from the names.
From the friends I have lost.
The ones that have left me in the dark.
Trying to hide the scars, I am.

Bloody. 
It.
Killer.
Oh. 
How the truth hurts...

Wolf, I am.
The pain is something I cannot fend off anymore.
When can I be home?
Where have my friends gone?
Yes, wolf, I am.
And I am alone...