The Lonely Heart of a Therianthrope

Why am I here?

I feel so out of place

what is it to be called a therianthope?

a were?

Lonely faces I pass on by

as I walk on the street

yet I feel more lonelier then them

like I was in the dark and left to die

I wanted to feel accepted by my peers

I wanted to feel good to be one of them

but now I think that I am no longer one of them

and it grows inside of me feeding my fears

I am lonely with this retched fate!

I pray that no one tries to get to close

I hope no one tries to hurt me

Oh woe to the man that stands in front of my hate!

Time passed and still I know what I am

lonely still I be

without another soul to share it with and trust

I must be the loneliest of this land

Fate seems to work its odd way back to Good

I with a steady heart have taken upon myself, a search

and with the blessings that I have missed, I found others

Everything feels like it is back to what it should

May you know and understand

that no matter what or who you are

you are not alone

in this great world, this very vast land

*note*

This is dedicated to all the friends I have made from my days of searching for myself. Some of you I thank more then others but still in my mind I see you all wonderful, beautiful individuals, may your spirits never tire and may they prosper into something more powerful then a star

To the very few that knows me best

thank you for every thing

thank you for your time

thank you for your patience

thank you for your hospitality

thank you

one and all