There was a dark cloud
That used to follow me around
Constantly plaguing my every thought
Poisoning my mind and spirit

For most of my life
I knew this cloud
Not a friendly fellow, was he
He took me to shadowy places
Too hard to escape

The cloud forced negativity into me
Causing me to force it back onto
The ones I love
And the world I came to know

A constant sadness rained upon me
There seemed to be no escape
The cloud made me hate myself
Made me sick
Almost too sick to heal

Until I grew tired of the cloud
Grew tired of the negativity
Grew tired of the sadness

My life is my own
Only I can control it
Not the cloud
Or anyone else

The cloud still visits
From time to time
But not nearly as often

Merry Margaret
  As midsummer flower,
  Gentle as falcon
  Or hawk of the tower:
With solace and gladness,
Much mirth and no madness,
All good and no badness;
    So joyously,
    So maidenly,
    So womanly
    Her demeaning
    In every thing,
    Far, far passing
    That I can indite,
    Or suffice to write
  Of Merry Margaret
  As midsummer flower,
  Gentle as falcon
  Or hawk of the tower.
  As patient and still
  And as full of good will
  As fair Isaphill,
  Coliander,
  Sweet pomander,
  Good Cassander;
  Steadfast of thought,
  Well made, well wrought,
  Far may be sought,
  Ere that ye can find
  So courteous, so kind
  As merry Margaret,
  This midsummer flower,
  Gentle as falcon
  Or hawk of the tower.