sheep

Sometimes I feel like a sheep in wolves’ clothing…

How can no one see this? Are they blind?

Eventually, I’m sure, someone will find me out;

they will notice that I’m not what

I appear to be (or what I think I am, for that matter).

And they will shred me to pieces.

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