{"sf1_id":693385,"sf2_id":"RnovZNAm","title":"Alone","author":"NoctisIgnem","words":289,"posted_at":"2014-04-15T16:11:00.000Z","tags":["Poem","Understands","Wolf","alone","life","nobody"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/693385-alone","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/RnovZNAm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/c7/8e/c78ef81b-01e5-4465-a96f-d1137c5c53a3","description":"#1 of Poetry\n\nSo, yeah, I made this a while ago in Dutch, and a good friend of mine asked If I could translate it for her, It is supposed to rhyme like ABAB.","content":"I am a wolf,  \nhere the only one of my kind.  \nI belong nowhere in between,  \nWas heard by no one\n\nAs a puppy, I was ostracized  \neveryone around me found me strange.  \nRed coat and other ideas,  \nI was the odd man out here.\n\nI searched for con specifics  \nwent walking along with the wrong group.  \nBad experiences and influences,  \nNobody understood my lonely cry.\n\nOnce there gone,  \nI did a lot of things again.  \nBut despite the good performance,  \nmy life still had no goal.\n\nI began ignoring my education,  \ndelved into the literature.  \nin one year I finished reading the library,  \nthat fun was short lived.\n\nContinued to high school with an educational gap,  \nindependence was not in my basic package.  \nMet many new friends there,  \nWas always fun together.\n\nThen it began to dawn on me,  \nwith IQ alone I can make it.  \nDid not pay attention,  \nmy grades did drop a little.\n\nI had no hobbies,  \nno sports, I was not free.  \nApart from one group,  \nthanks to them I was still happy.\n\nThey were sometimes vague and strange,  \nbut they wanted to frolic and play.  \nPersons who had fun,  \nwho didn't cared about the outside world.\n\nThey conquered a place,  \na place in my heart.  \nEven though you were different,  \nnobody here made fun of me.\n\nThey are my family,  \nmy pack, my group.  \nBut even here between,  \nOnly one recognizes my lonely cry.\n\nSo I wander through life,  \nmisunderstood and in solitude.  \nNever stop but always seek  \nto the end of time.\n\nSometimes I hear them in the distance,  \nothers like me, with this same problem.  \nWhen I look I see only shadows,  \nand so I wait, on my own, all\n\nalon\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Poetry","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/693387-i-am-not-i.json"}}