"This day was worse than any other"
I came home crying to my mother...

You see her walking down the street
With her hair swaying all nice and neat...

They whispered hushed conversations
As they quietly voiced their temptations...

Sneaking thoughts crawled unseen within me
Waiting for the moment when they would be set free...

Fibro; tissue
Myalgia; pain in the muscles...

Who am I but an individual being?
I am small and young, yet I am seeing...

Take a deep breath and soar
Way up high over beautiful shore...

Sad rain is poetically silent yet also loud
It whispers on the surface but inside it screams...

My history is extensively famous
Known by those who are near and far...

Have you ever heard the stories of Jonestown?
Of a preacher so horrid he killed all around...