What is the meaning ?
why am I here ?
childless, loveless & free ....
I don't want that it just has to be me

Born & immediately expected to die ..........
a living medical miracle riding high.
50yrs on, One paw in front of another,
I'm still marching on, still marching on, marching on,
marching on, & on & on.

What's my purpose ? what's your plan ?
I keep starting over & shedding new skin,
like a Chameleon lost in a cold desert.

An underachiever was what I was told ..........
Politely removed from the education system.

Too creative.
Too much of a responsibility.
A liability.
A tie
A problem

Junior me .....
Escorted to school, from the class room
I sat and watched whilst others played below in the play ground,
I rarely ever played out.

Never naughty...... how could this be when ........
constantly tethered, my freedoms was severed.

In my room - the chaos erupted
rage whipped like broken china raining round my little heart.
why could I not be like everyone else, I scream, why did I have to be me !