Lycanthrope

I stand in pain

And I wait for it to end. 

This is not the fate

That I asked for,

This is not the fate

That I deserved.

I am innocent,

I never hurt anybody,

Not by my own accord.

I had no choice,

I wasn't in control.

How was I supposed to know

That this would happen.

When all I wanted

Was to take a breath

Away from the crowds

Of obnoxious people

So caught up in themselves

that they didn't notice me there.

I just went for a stroll,

That's all I intended to do. 

But when I heard the cry

Of an animal in distress,

Well, what was I meant to do?

I didn't ask to be biten,

And I certainly

Never wanted to change.

But this is the fate

That I have been left with. 

And I suppose 

It is the fate I must accept.

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