"Ring-a-ring-a-roses a pocket full of posies." They won't stop singing. They won't leave me alone. My friends say it's just stress but I know it's not that. They are torturing me. I don't know how a bunch of 5 years olds can have this affect on me. They visit me in my dreams and not only do they know my fears they are creating new ones too. I have never seen their faces I don't think I want to. I just...
"A tissue,a tissue." Leave me alone. I can't take it no more, I give in! I can't deal with this.
"We all fall down." And like that they're gone. At least for a few hours, a day at the most. Then it starts from the beginning. The torture, the pain,the reminder.
The nightmares.
