The wolves knew where to find me

The wolves chime in,

how the hell did they know where to find me? 

I camouflaged myself, 

hid under my bed. 

I cleared off every shelf,

and did everything that the doctors said.

I did my breathing exercises,

I started being more peppy and more fun.

I keep swimming as the water rises, 

and stopped letting my mind run.

The wolves knew where to find me. 

Who told them where I was?  

Was it the voice of the man I see, 

Or was it the voices I have learned to trust?