You took it all away from me. The girl I mean to be. You took the faith I loved so and my poetry. You broke my heart and you broke my spirit, however a metaporhosis you will see Robert Littlejohn and Michael Czech when this ugly duckling becomes a beautiful swan once more with a dazzing smile, sparking eyes, but my heart no man will get because I am sick and tired of cheaters and Peter Pans. I am tired catertering to ***** ******* mama's boys who live their impossible dreams I want to be a musican or I want to be a poet when neither one of you have the skill to be. I  am content to be solitude and with my computer by side because I am a real poet and writer and this is my chosen life.