

Stolen


‘Oh to be a child again’ they say. When my inner child never saw the light of day. ‘I miss the carefree days’ but I never had them. I was condemned to a life filled with comparisons, never quite enough. ‘You talk too much’ ‘you never listen’ ‘sit still and stop crying’ but they could not see that I was trying And trying And trying But the tears kept flowing and the despair kept growing until it was