I, like a black cloud forming over a calm, quiet stream

Tears rolling at night like gentle rain

I, like a decadent dessert topped with no whipped cream

Reading, writing, creating and pondering to stay sane

Sleep comes eventually after exhaustion sets in

Dreams reveal happier times yet to come?

During the day, forcing myself to to grin

Throwing myself into my work – feeling completely numb

I, like an ant trying to cross a busy street

Feeling insignificant and ignored and invisible to everyone

Walking past a chocolate cake turns into quiet a feel

When people talk to me, especially men

I just want to run