Breaking in the Every Day

I am really here.  There was difficulty.  You, TB, do know the difficulty of Golden Valley and Indianapolis.  I walked in the darkness, but worked to show a smile of light.  It is not here and there.  There is a loss every day, and I work to understand gain.  I cannot express here what I wish to say.  You hold the keys of many today, and I roar in the darkness for release.  You give me such a fright morning, noon, and night.  There is a storm rising and many will see eyes on the horizen because you refuse to listen to me when I say no and stop.  Dreams and agaonies are real, and your excuses and just plain enjoyment of my pain are down payments on a villa in an italian hell dimension you cannot see.  Flip your switch or you will be held accountable for the whole day.  I wish not to repeat today.  Please back away.