My childhood was a wildhood&
My childhood was a wildhood
I never understood the good
shadows called me a real trooper
but my life only felt like a blooper
i was an on going fire
burning everything i truly dersired
everyday just preying for it to end
waiting for the one day i could bound the mends
down in the grey i thought I would stay
till that one day i found ballet
finally my new found sanctuary
i was no longer imaginary
my pation forever and always thrives
the only thing i could do to survive
trial after trial after trial
i never forget my artistic style
This poem is about:
Me