Comforts of adolescence were gone before it could be properly acknowledge. Me and I, together. I never could allow me to be just tolerated and humored. But with me it was always room to see more, be more, discover things that I never could feel.
But
With me, it a painful process to grow but never destructive. Building a world of play. And dont forget the wall around to keep them, we, he, she, her, they, all out. What dont kill Me will make I stronger. A child of her world. Because comforts of adolescence were gone before it could be properly acknowledge.