I was such a changeling from the start. I was born with a broken heart. Dropped off here and there and locked in a closet when no one was here. Given to strangers at the age of five wondering how I ever would survive. A few years passed by in a blurry haze. My mind left wondering wondering in a daze. Tried to grow up strong and rough ,Tried to keep my heart small and tough. People always wonder why does she never cry. Is she so cold that her soul has gone dry. I often wonder the same.
