There is no way to backdate entrys so far and I wanted to add in some things I had written on another journal site. Please forgive me if this post throws you off.

The Fight :: Monday, November 5th, 2001

I found myself remembering myself as a child tonight. I guess that comes from visiting my Dad and my Stepmother this weekend. They communicate so much differently than my Mother and my Dad did. I started thinking about when I would listen to my parents fighting. I felt like everytime they fought it was inside of me eating me away...destroying me and taking me over in a way I couldn't understand. In fact, over time I internalized the fights and if they needed to take a night off I'm sure I could have replayed one for them. It's true what they say you are your experiences...

Screaming shouts
whistle past my ears
both body and mind
shriveling with fear
cover, duck, crawl
hurry, it's near
can't escape the anger
that lives here

Whistling wails
roar over my head
knees under my chin
shaking in bed
curl, scrunch, hide
the faces said
with the anger
dipped entirely in red

Ringing roars
sail through my soul
mouth and heart closed
halving the whole
shut, lock, look
through the keyhole
keep all of that anger
buried below

Screaming shouts
whistle past my ears
both body and mind
shriveling with fear
cover, duck, hide
hurry, it's near
can't escape the anger
I see in the mirror