another wolf poem, not sure what to name this one

four green walls surrounding me can only shield me from so much. out in the woods i may run with strange noises and accidentally eat a mushroom that turns the sky pink and makes me puke for 3 days but right now it is 2 am and my ears ring as i lay in my bed. my brain vibrates loudly with restlessness and my reflection comes back warped and discolored. my teeth are jelly and i need to hold my eyes in place in fear of them escaping from their sockets. i feel my back ache from standing on two legs for so long. ive let my hair grow out. its comfortable to let it lay past my shoulders and be able to braid it for going to bed. younger me loved to braid, methodical and tedious and calming. someday i will roll in the dirt and never cut my hair it will no longer be dry and brittle. feel a wolfs fur and you'll never be able to understand how something can be so strong yet so soft. and maybe i will smell like dirt and body oder and maybe a little bit like pee but i will eat raw meat and snap at dragonflies and yell at the moon until i can love being silent again