I know who you are.
You are the dark clouds that loom in the sky.
You are the raindrops pelting my cheeks, once dry.
You are the screams erupting from the depths of my soul.
You are the emotional terror that is taking its toll.

You are a poisonous drink that I cannot spill out.
You are the stinging of my tears, that I can surely live without.
You are the rip in my heart that has no prayer.
You are the universal pain that continues to tear.

You are the demon inside us who will never go away.
You are a horrid disease that kills thousands everyday.
You are the hater of pink with no immediate answer.
You are a killing machine by the name of breast cancer.