As a child I hid behind the thick walls of my imagination
Save from those who bullied me
From those who called me names and through stuff
I was safe... but alone
The only company I had were the figures of my imagination
Inspired by Saturday morning cartoons
They were heroes
They were my friends
But imagination didn't exist in the jail I was stuck in
Eight hours a day five days a week for three long years
The teasing got worse
The bullies got nastier
The teachers cared less and less
The spark of change all happened when I was moved
The sight of that place growing smaller as we drove away
That was hell, down there in the place I now call my past
Heaven is up here where I now reside
Living life with a brighter outlook
The walls were broken down by the people I now call friends
I'm not alone anymore
Safe behind the walls of others hearts
As some know I was bullied as a child and the only thing that made me feel safe was during the weekends when I wasn't at school and could enjoy the freedom of using my imagination. I loved watching Saturday morning cartoons and made up imaginary friends from cartoon characters. But that was the past and I now live a life with many friends, real friends that make me happy.