when I was 5
I was nive.
walking like a clown
dressed like a gypsy
talking like a gush of water
i made no sence to those around me
yet When i was 5, I was nice.

when I was 10 I was in a Den
my freedom my space all got taken away as i was wild and reckless
trapped in a room with a key hole view to the world i was wanting to run into was just like a painting on paper
I could see but not experience
I was caged tormented accussed and judged for my wild ways
they said i was a Beast.
A animal with nothing domestic in me. yet when i was 10 I was a Gem

when I was 15
I had a Dream
I wanted to...