Since preschool i was talented small town girl with big old dreams. I had a imagination i could even dance and sing. I was innocent i was brave and scared i know your thinking. How could i be those to but if you were me a plan always came to you.
Movies and action pictures i would star in with the leading rolls. Until my world came crashing down the reality became my dad. See he demanded and he took even shattered broken glass. They where prefectly framed photos of my dreams i could never have. So now i store them for comfort when iam going throw. I use to be so loving but tha ts what abuse will do to you. Deep depression hurt and confused no parents .
To comfort me what else was i to do.My dreams faded quickly those things i cant get back. Now iam an adult stuck in time travel i just want my innocents back.
(Ded-to the little girl trapped inside of me...HELP!)
