Excerpts from the Past
An ode for those who can't hang.
A dark cloud of uncertainty hangs over your head.
And questions marks fill my eyes when you are in my sights.
If my teeth could depict my feelings my smile would expose rotten shards of teeth.
When will I be strong enough to be a crutch that can support you and give you strength, I would give you every oz. of strength I have in my measly fat infested body.