The Lone Wolf
The full moon illuminates the night sky as it shines by the stars. I try to talk to it as I lean my head back a howl the sad song of a lone wolf exiled by his own pack. The moon was never forsaken. It always has the company of the stars as they shine in admiration for this glowing gentle giant as it floats through the murky night in silence. I am always drifting trying to find and exist in a place where I belong. If only I could know its secret for being surrounded by friends. Maybe the moon and I aren’t so different. Maybe all the little stars in the sky that appear to be crowding it are really so far away that they look like specks. Perhaps the moon was once close to those stars like I was close to my pack but was cast away, shunned, unwanted because it was different. Maybe the reason it goes across the night sky because it is searching for a friend like how I walk through the wilderness. If only there was a way to tell it that I would like to be its friend so it could stop searching through the dark night looking for one. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU.

Wall of lies
Every day I trudge through the hallways full of shouting people. They think they know me but they have never seen my tormented life outside of school. I walk around with this fake smile trying to fool everybody. I have to carry this 1,000 pound weight on my shoulders and every day it gets heavier. I am not one of the outcasts, not one of the nerds, but a good player on the football team. I have friends all over the school. They don’t know about me when I get out of the safe school doors and step into the depressing world of my reality. I step through the doors to hell when I walk into my house. The reason is because my father has drug problems and a temper. At least I can get away during the week when I’m at school but when the weekend comes I am terrified at what is going to happen to me. Usually I get dragged somewhere in downtown of New York and get locked in a car for three hours while my dad disappears somewhere but I’m pretty sure I know where he is. This is the reason I never have friends over and I am too scared to tell anyone so I sit and cower behind my wall of lies.