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 What do my children really see

When they turn and look at me

They only see an ugly,fat old shell.

A daft silly woman who only thinks of herself.

If only they knew what's really inside me.

I'm still a young girl with dreams of my own

A mummy and daddy to cherish and love me

My childhood returned because it is lost 

No memories of friends that I never had 

No country or home to consider my own

I tried to create what I never had 

But things were not good in fact they turned bad

I did not succed with what I was trying

And my children reject all of my loving.

You see,after having nine children

I'm still a young girl who craves lots of attention.

So all that they see, is a silly old woman

Who wants to be cuddled and kissed and adored

What they see is a lie,because I am here

A woman that's learned  and kind and still young.   

    Ella