Stranded in this place between the worlds
I write this for those who might find it
My story in a way that makes a dull life
Seem like that of a hero
Starting at the beginning would be but logical
The tragic of my life I can not recall
Only way for me to know is through stories told my parents
And pictures taken of myself and the non-remembered
Here I state all that I know
Having to leave those she loves
I have had to move four times
With the possibly of yet another time
Most all great grandparents have move from this world to the next
And one grandparent has left because of evil
Due to suppression, my life as I remember has been only good
Full of love and laughter and all that is happy
Depression and suicide have been thrown away from remembrance
I do things for reasons I do not know
As well I struggle with my true intelligence and that the world wants
Beauty and love has been given as presents at birth
And dad’s little girl has been placed on my head
My only outlet for emotions is the noise created by artists
Conflicts between who I am and who the world wants me to be
Has always been, still is, and will never cease
Now I leave this story unfinished and hanging
For the reason that life has not ended for our person
Will life get easier or just have her go mad
Has yet to be found out