P H S - Waiting On the Moon

I suffer from P H S A disease most debilitating My friends and family me they shun Their embarrassment never ending Gather round come supper time I'm left in the corner sulking "It's not my fault," I try to say But no-one wants to listen I dread the time when full moon comes I lose control of all my senses Quickly comes upon me the change No time for tears to be shedding My body shakes, twists and turns I turn into this horrid creature I try to speak but all they hear Are these sounds I make all garbled Why is this curse upon me placed To this I have no answer While full moon holds sway in the sky To this monster I keep changing My beautiful fur has dropped, is gone Left exposed with pink skin showing Forced to walk on my hind legs This feels so terribly unnatural Oh what I'd give to be cured of this And no more to be changing Running free with my pack And not change into a human ~ ~ ~ ~ ~