Dear Self Poem by Wolf the poet

Dear Self

I am a master of my own creation
A perfect artist of my own illusion
A sculptor who needs no correction
My life has its own flaws but also perfection
Usually they call me Wolf

A personality I developed overtime
To escape this known reality
The wolf acts as my shield and a wall
Shielding me from every aspect of pain and agony

Life as we all know it isn't black and white
But a shade of different colors
When life serves you a bitter lemon
Don't be a bitch instead make a lemonade out of it

I am very proud of myself underline (very)
Reasons best kept away from prying ears and eyes
My life made a lot of sense
When my little wolf came to this world
The light bringer my morning star

I tackle this life with a lot of ease
And in the process brings me peace
Living for the moment my principle
Staying happy, wild and free my priority

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