This is really almost three poems in a row, like a series....
I hope you enjoy, or at least read them...
It's that look in the eyes, his fur seeming to glow in the moonlight, the dreams like this, are the ones keeping me up at night, I know him, yet we have never met, I love him, yet there is no love spent, I wonder if he dreams of me, or if only I can see, I know what I am, a lonely wolf, but not yet a man,
I know I'll never get to see, said wolf from within my dreams, because said wolf is really me, faster stronger better you see, I feel I have failed, before I've begun, and I fear that I may not, be the only one.
Truth be told, I really don't like me, I tell myself I've failed society, holding respect to anyone who sticks by me, me winning at life just doesn't seem that likely...