Every human being was born to be unique, we have techniques different from one another, moments occur, it feels to be a frozen horror to not be honoured with acceptance, nor given a chance, mystique follows you, and it carries sorrow for you, promising you a tomorrow, you can borrow me for a day to hold onto to, don't be afraid, if you get failing grades, even when becoming ingrained, the day will come what's pain-free, you will still make it to the end of this pain train,

Poem by Cheyanne Mayfield (