Made of dark and dreary things,
Clouding pictures in your thoughts
With frowns slowly growing on your face.
Pain making your stomach ache.
Sounds come from deep within you;
You notice a voice saying it will never end.
Tongue wiping the tears from your lips
Not wanting to show the fear.
It will bring out another side of you,
It may never disappear.
Soon the misery will fade,
Pain will soon decease.
The wind dies softly,
As does the misery with it.

(Written in 10th Grade)