As a child, i was cured of curiosity
For i learnt it was a painful friend.
I saw her turning mom into a monster
Who only cared for herself.
She caked her face in creams and disdain,
And trotted off in gucci and hermes.
She ceased to call me princess,
And i became a pesky brat.

I was cured of Faith too,
When daddy didn't come home one day.
Where was he, i wondered?
Did he find somewhere special?
Was he in heaven?
If there was a heaven he wouldn't have gone without me.
I withered and folded losing my lustre and life.

I was cured even though i wasn't ill,
Of love and hope and dreams.
It wasn't unconditional like i wanted.
The expiry date was all too soon.
I knew i wouldn't last a day
In the world without my prescription,
And so i died in order to live.