A dolescence passed me by without a thought
L iving a life of hell, from alcoholics, then being,
O stracised by siblings, having to grow old before my time
S taying as far away as is mentally possible to save myself
T hen contemplating running away from the hatred
Y esterday seems a lifetime away from the life I now live
O ctober days turned to bright sunshine, when I left, never to return!
U n- imaginable joy. Writing and living without having to look over my shoulder
T hen I found the one person who wanted me for who I was.
H ell is no place for a child who is unable to defend themselves.