What am I?
Wolf, Human.
A mix of both.
It’s not in my nature to judge, pick apart, try to explain the whole of myself into a single meaning.
For me, it is this simple:

I’m human, with a human life.
Sleep, eat, go to school, come home, go to work.
Repeat.  Endlessly.
I live my life just as the rest of you do.
Simply human, nothing more.

But I’m also wolf.
Hunter, pack mate, wild one.
I want to play under the stars, sing to the moon.
I want to feel the rush of wind on my pelt as I run free, for once.
I want the safety of a pack, to own the night with my own kind.
But I never will.
Every morning I look into the mirror, a wolf looks back.
So, forgive me if my smile looks a little forced

I’m human, with the soul of a wolf.
Everything I am is dying to be free of this human shell.
A soul in the wrong body.
Sometimes I think it’s killing me.
Other times, it keeps me alive.
I didn’t want to be this way.
Give me one, or the other, but not both.
Never both.

Do you know what it’s like to sit in your room, watching the moon and wishing with all your heart that you could be out there, running under it?
Do you know what it’s like to want to escape this body so bad that sometimes you feel like its more than you can possibly stand?
Do you know what it’s like to think that you’re going fucking insane because you look out at a human life with the eyes of a wolf?
I do.

But I accept this.
I can’t ever be more than what I am.
Give me a chance to be wolf for one single fucking second.
I would give anything I own for that chance.
But that is impossible.
I am human, and wolf.
Nothing more, nothing less.

And even though this mix sometimes seems like more than I can stand, I need the wolf.
I would never wish her away, because looking through her eyes keeps me sane just as it sometimes makes me think I’m losing my mind.
This duality is what I am.
And that’s never going to change.