SO WHAT (A LETTER TO ME)
So, you have a tough childhood.
A childhood that was not good
So what you survived.
You are still alive
So, you had a lot to do, a lot to get through.
It's nothing new.
Look all; around, the perfect childhood is not to be found,
There are others who have to endure a lot more than you, it's true.
Don't be blue.
Perfection is an illusion, a fantasy, a dream.
So, dont scream.
This, don't ignore.
There is no perfect childhood, anymore.
Everybody, see, has got something.
You are not alone.
There's a big, loud, crowd.
So, shut up