Oh my Little Lamb, who to me was once a bull, what you let these beasts do to you? Why do you cower and bend to their ways by wearing wolf skin to hide yourself?
Is there anything wrong with being a meek and fragile babe? Why must you subject yourself to these possibilities? The chance that today, after so many days, that you will crumble and slide out from beneath your wolf skin burden. Just to be exposed and savagely killed by the creatures you longed to be with? Their pack mentality is no place for you to be.
When, oh Little One, will you release your self from such hateful ways? Their venom is acidic and you have been spit upon far too many times. Your frail skin cannot bear too much more. If I could I would let you have this callused suit of my own. Yet, I would not want to subject you to the travesties it has been through.
Oh, my Precious One, please be free of this weight that pins you. That weight that has come so seemingly close to piercing and staking you to where you have been for far too long. You have too many places, people, and circumstances to bless with your beauty.
Why would you waste this all away on people and places that never mattered in the first place? For years you have been a part of a community that has been killing you slowly with insecurities. And the ones who brought you into this world have been suffering the most.

Will you continue to let them hurt you and yours?