wolfYou are the boy who cried wolf. When the people turn away, tired of your games, and the sheep disappear, and all that's left are yellow eyes staring you down, tell me...They are the people who listened to your games. you smile when they come running and the attention filled smile drips with greed.Dear boy, don't bother crying out, for they know your voice.I am the wolf. I hear your cries. Dear boy, I am the one who comes running when you call. I have sat obediently acting as the dog in your village.But I am the wolf, your foolishness has brought this out. You call out for the people who you look towards for attention, but I am the wolf. The undesired one who you receive.You are the boy who cried wolf.I am the wolf.Tell me...What will you do now, dear boy?