The Boy Who Cried The Truth

For days on end I cried out for their help 

"Wolf! Wolf! Wolf." 

I pleaded with my cry for the villagers to end the life of this beast 

Each day the villagers would run to the top of the hill where I sat

With fear in their eyes, they begin searching for the wolf that dared to touch their sheep 

Anger crept up their faces once they realized their sheep were safe 

What the villagers didn't know was that the wolf wasn't an animal 

The wolf was a man 

This wolf couldn't be found in the filed of hay eating sheep 

Instead he can be found living in my house eating my soul 

This wolf was my father 

I cried for help each day 

And each day I was given looks of disapproval 

They claimed I was mad 

They claimed that I only wanted to cause mischief 

The villagers just couldn't get past their percepation of a wolf 

Worst of all they couldn't get past their opinion of my father 

And for that I was labeled a liar 

I decided I would cry for their help one last time 

"Wolf! Wolf! Wolf! 

And as I expected the villagers didn't show 

When the sun began to rise 

The villagers came to check on their sheep 

Instead of finding me on the top of the hill 

The villagers found my lifeless body on top of the hay