the werewolf's plight

there is a werewolf who lives in my chest

he lusts for the moon
won't give it a rest
plays with my morals
puts them to the test

and try as i might
to hide him from sight
to stick to sunlight
to sleep through the night

the werewolf remains
the source of my plight

and i hate the moon
as free as it seems
so i'll only look
inside of my dreams

but what scares me most:
i want to look
to shun the sun
to be the crook

am i the man
or the wolf?