I was six years old when they threw me to the wolves.. Just a little package of flesh dumped on some strangers doorstep From that day forward all my tommorow's would belong to the wolves And who were the wolves Everyone..and anyone The world was a big monster of disapproval and normal appearing faces would bear fangs while peering at me behind fake smiles and through their shadows on the wall With just the clothes on my back I turned to wave good-bye to mommy but she had already sped away There never was a good-bye nor would there ever be another hello I turned and faced the new executioners of my childhood dreams Day by day they would spoon feed me their own brand of mental illness Day by day I faded into the fabric of nothingness And so I died- died to cowboys and Indians- To boyscouts and campfires- to Christmas trees and birthdays I died for all the little boys of the world But I was reborn.. I rose to life as a predator.. To hunt the wolves~
jeddah12singapore, Central Singapore SingaporeNov 26, 2011
a magnificent write sir,,,,this was very true,,,a lot of wolves that hides in a lamb coat...very well said and this is what we are facing every minute of our lives,,,
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USANov 26, 2011
TY Moongirl** Thank you for reading..I know this is an unhappy subject.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USANov 26, 2011
TY Moongirl** Thank you for reading..I know this is an unhappy subject.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USANov 26, 2011
TY Jeddah** Thank you for reading dear. This should be a book.
cafetwo2010OPHarford county, Maryland USANov 27, 2011
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