A Boys Journal Entry Seven.

I painted a picture in my mind

Of a life that was meant for me

It’s haunts me when

I think of it The things I didn’t have

Don’t you see?

The wasteland that you built

The abuse that you gave to me

It made me who I am today

The shadow of someone

How I was meant to be

In my mind I have dreamt

Of many wondrous things

Of smiles and hugs

Laughter and joy

Things that childhood brings

You stole them

You took them from me every day

They weren’t yours

They’re mine

It wasn’t meant this way

Stop it and be man

Stand strong

and listen

See what you did

Tell me you were wrong

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