The Wolf In Sheep's Clothing

Over the years I’ve heard mention of the wolf in sheep’s clothing. Even though I knew it was a true story, I never imagined how real it was. It blows my mind to think that there are people around who pretend to be something other than who they really are for one reason or another. It makes me wonder; how hard is it to pretend that you’re good?

I suppose that I can say that I am the kind of person who looks for the good in others. I certainly try not to make a habit of obsessing on the negatives. I know people who have done bad things, including myself. I don’t hold it against them. Everyone has the opportunity to change and turn over a new leaf. Why then would anyone pretend to walk the line?

I met a real wolf who is still pretending that be a sheep. He has no idea that I know what the deal is. One can only pretend for so long before they slip up and show their real self. I think that somewhere in their youth, this person decided to embrace darkness. Now they have a black heart and their soul is empty. I can’t be with someone like this.

I tried to help this person out; give them a life line. Of course I did it for my own selfish reason, but ultimately I wanted to help. I could not figure out why they were so content with how they are. Then it hit me that this person hasn’t changed in all these years and doesn’t want to. Somewhere their emotional development stopped taking place and they are stuck right in the same spot.

I could not see past what I wanted and reached out to this person. They gave me a good bill of sales, which turned out to be all lies. They presented themselves one way, when in truth they are nothing like that and probably will never be. I’m not interested in trying to change this man into the person that I need him to be. He has a rebellious spirit that cannot be tamed.  I don’t want to be tied down or yoked up with someone who has so many issues. He doesn’t want to work on himself. He’d rather present a mirage than to do the leg work. He’s too old for that and too young to just quit on himself. I still care for him, but I know that I cannot help him. I’d just be adding extra pain and headaches to my already melodramatic life. I use to pray for indifference. Now I pray for independence.