What Has Become Of Me?---A man turn werewolf poetry

Was it wrong what I have done?

Was it wrong to do that?

I cannot help myself, no.

I cannot control myself.

I look down at my reflection,

People see me as a normal person.

I see myself as a monster, a beast.

What has become of me?

Howling in the moonlight, letting the moon be my master.

Eating the flesh of inoccent people.

Chasing after more victims to devour.

No one will believe me.

I hide my true feelings

I hide who I am at night.

But I always look back,

And see if anyone's following me.

What has become of me?

Am I truly a monster?

Have I really done all those things?

Are people following me?

Just to avenge their fallen loved ones?

Yes.

I truly am a monster.

I did do all those things.

I prey on innocent victims.

I let the moon be my master.

I eat the flesh from my prey.

What has become of me...?

I cannot control.