The worst kind of pain,
Changes people.
It molds them and shapes them like clay.
It squeezes and punches,
With strong hands,
A firm grip and an idea in mind.
To create a person,
Who no longer cares.
Who tosses away,
What would have brought on tears to the average human.
To take the individual and original person to the extreme.
To make them glow with past hurt,
Take it out anger, wraith and words,
The worst type of pain changes people,
It molds them and shapes the,
Like clay.

By Siobhan
Date: 17/July/2004