The Werewolf in Me

[angeldevilgirl]

In English these last two weeks we have been writing poems because for some reason once again we are in a poetry unity. I wrote this poem on a day that I had a lot of drama. Basically a Vice Principal made a big issue about me getting my readmit cause my daddy didn't want me to go to class unless I had an excused one, and the attendance lady said he didn't call when I was right next to him when he did. And then she made a huge ass issue and was rude to me, and made me cry, and then my daddy came to the school and she tried to be a bitch to him, talking like I was a delinquent who always does bad things till he put his foot down and sorted it out. Here ya go:

The Werewolf

Sometimes they get the best of me.
The emotions inside.
They tear me from the chest,
The yelps are not mine, I wish.
I want to be strong.
I refuse to be weak.
Looks can be deceiving.
Though I cry, it is nothing
Nothing about how I feel.
Overwhelming, consuming, suffocating
Are the vices around my throat.
Even as the tears roll down my cheeks,
Even as I yelp-
It has nothing to do with weakness.
Because the beast can not escape.
My body, as a werewolf, tears,
Rips itself from the body of
The human which it inhabits.
My beast is calmed by the cold;
The cold tears absorb the angry
Heat of the beast.
Though it is calmed, I know,
One day it will truly break free
It will be hell...
All will be fearful...
Then the beast will extinguish,
Extinguish, and leave its host to die.