Where the wild things are

I grew up being seen as a "wild child" my mom truly adored it as she does now it was always a part of me just like my animals they are the only ones that see me and understand me. I grew up with unbrushed bed hair, bare feet, and surrounded by animals they had parts in raising me not in the fairy tail ways but by showing me actions instead of words. As a child other children would see me as strange and not normal boys would be a bit nicer to me but that was only few ive never felt comfort from them in fact I went from a quite shy and intimidated little girl to a loud intimidating and very angry teenager I grew up seeing what the world truly was to me and my animals no one cared for me as if i was just some stray dog. Ive come to learn what it means when people say the phrase "they are treating us like animals" ive seen how animals are treated and no one ever cares there are such few people like me who do. All i see in open roads are so many dead animals on the side of the road they could have stopped so easily but they dont because they dont care enough. Seeing this as a little girl hurt me more than anything ever has but now as a 17 year old who has one month until im 18 im angry and I have walls with thorns growing on them I am still treated as i was when I was a little girl now its me and my animals and ill do ANYTHING for them like they would for me I let my hair be as wild as I want because its ME I go everywhere I can bare foot I still dont wear pants and I have all my animals by my side. I have zero tolerence for anyone who doesnt respect it and I dont care for them either not anymore. I love humans and the good we can do but when it comes to humans and "wild things" it seems they cant love them or they only see bad in them and so be it. Ill bare my teeth and be a stray animal coming and going, ill be a bad dog and ill bite hard but to the few who understand ill be by their side and be loyal to them. They will never not have a shoulder to cry on and if we part ways as people do sometimes when life gets a hold of us all they have to do is go where the wild things are and call my name ill come running towards you with open arms and a smile so will all my animals come to welcome you with me. -Me