No it's not mine,

I am not enough for it.

I am some tragedy who screams through your halls,

Looking to fight,

Begging to cry.

I am the wolf your children scream about,

One of your cubs tossed to the cold

To the fleas

Content to watch the others grow, stuck under your iron tooth and nail.

And from outside the window my hackles raise,

For the people you hurt are my own.

I am the goat left to wander the woods,

Taking your sin upon my back,

Since the beginning when

I was just a kid.

I am the nightmares you don't remember,

The ones that lie in wait in the tender, gentle hours of night and morning

With claws as cold as you

Eyes filled with the terror you sow

A maw brimming with sharpened stones, ready to bite

And eat

And tear

And claw

And rip and rend and raze

And hurt.

I am your nightmare

I am not your child anymore.