How cold. How it makes me shiver during the night. How black. How its turning me inside out. The shadows in the corener. How they mock me. They laugh and endure the pain. My pain! It's a sickness, and I'm sick of it! No! This isn't me! this is a stranger in my body. A stranger controlled by satan. No more! No more negativity! No more depressing attiude! .......God help me! Please! I cry out to you father....please!
Jessica Elizondo
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-stranger-7/
