Saturday, July 27, 2013


(Angela Groves, Columnist, )


Every day is a struggle
This disease I have is unpredictable
I never know from one day to the next
Will I be okay or am I gonna be forced to rest
I don't have time for this monster inside of me
I want to scream, run and hide
I cannot deny when I say it's hard
Just walking a little in my own yard
MS is no joke
It can make one mean so please don't provoke
This monster I have
I hate so much
I sense no cure within my touch
I fear it is greed
People love money way to much
So people like me will suffer as such
I still have hope that will change
For I will continue to hope and walk strange