They say two wrongs don’t make a right
But right wasn’t want I wanted...

Everything I hold onto
Just vanishes before my eyes...

She's lost and alone
Stuck in a place...

Everywhere she looks
She sees a broken life...

Ever been raped?
Ever been abused...

In a village, tiny and out of the way
There was a pub, old but nice...

A few years ago
When pain was quite rare...

She climbed so high
Got so very far...

* This poem is about Michael Jackson and my belief...
They make up lies...

Hello, perfect friend
With perfect hair...

Mom I want to tell you
In my life I’ll have lots of friends...

I sit here, my fingers poised
Eager to write something real...