I used to drown in my
imagination when i was
a kid. My parents never
liked it. Locked me
up from society. Said no
to most of what i asked.
Pulled me out of my swimming
class. Tried to **** the ink
I used to write little scraps
of poetry with. They wanted
to zip my imagination and
crush my innocent little heart.
But i was lucky because i
met a boy. He unzipped
my mind. Stood from behind
and watched me pick up
my paper and pen and
start to write
again* ~