The sheep and the wolves

I can feel it. The feeling of losing control I suppose is the most accurate thing to call it. It has been a slow process but I can feel my skin begin to peel back and the beast is becoming more prominent. I have lost myself. I used to live by the ocean's shore but now I find myself running head first into the forest. Branches hit my face and thorns cut my feet as I pass by them. It is almost unbearable but I am sure of my survival. These scars are petty marks etched into my skin. They are prominant but I pay them no attention. I guess I can deal with the ever evolving beast inside of me. Though, I must say sheep and wolves should not be neighbors. I won't complain though.