
I hated myself as a child;
Grownups said my mind ran wild.
"Living in a fantasy" is what they called it;
The fantasy was better than my reality if they saw it.
Being one way and another and another;
Always crying wanting that hug from my mother.
Daddy said she didn't want to be a mom;
I got older and knew that he was wrong.
Feeling like the odd person in or the even person out;
Head spins so fast, I don't know what it's about.
Wanna go to sleep and never wake up;
Like my reality was in a horrid dream state stuck.
I cried out to God please make him stop;
All the things in my head please make it not.
Trying to fight it off caused my head to convulse;
Swallowing my tongue, shaking with a light pulse.
Wake up confusion, naked in a cold tub;
Couldn't feel pain nor feel love.
Why am I different and why cant I be?
The beautiful young woman people claim to see.
She died that night and I grew in her place;
Different inside, different mind but with the same face.
It wasn't until I turned 40 that I could understand;
That was the beginning to a sad ugly end.



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