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September 4th 2024 - yippee

So I don't think I'm a polar bearo think I'm. A black bear but idrk anymore

Anyways here's a new poem I called "What it is."

It's cold..
I feel my fangs..
I feel what I am..
It's night...
I don't understand....
Why am I not an animal...
It's quiet...
The only noises are my heart beating fast...
And my paws scraping the soft floor...
It's confusing...
Where am I...?
Why am I not in nature...
It's tiring..
I'm not in the right body...
I'm not an animal anymore...
It's deadly..
Why do I still have to be here?
A mere animal soul lost in a humans body...
What is it..?
What is therianthropy?...

Yeaaaaaa I am having species dysmorphia  rn lol so preppy...

ANYWAYS

TIME TO NOT BE DEPRESSED

ILL YPDATE LATER DW

ALSO I TOTALLY DIDNT SPEND LIKE AN HOUR GOING THROUGH THE ENTIRETY OF THIS JOURNAL.

HELP

My paws touch the pebbles of the ground,
As I feel all of my animal kin
Welling up inside of me
The rage
The fury
The fascination
The naturalization
The wind gusts on my meer human soul and I know...
Its time...
I run with the wolves..
Fly with the birds..
Hunt with the cats...
Survive with the bears....
As I disappear into the light of dawn.

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