Boy Cries Wolf

I always seemed to be the little boy, the little boy who cried wolf. 

There would be wolves everywhere, they'd be here and there and simply everywhere.

I'd cry wolf, but no one would believe me.

They would only believe me after the wolf had already torn me apart and swallowed me whole.

Then they'd try to piece me back together again, only after it was far too late.

Then I'd never cry wolf again.