As A Child I Wanted To Be

I Read A Lot Of Comic Books And Any Kind Of Thing I Could Find. One Day, A Teacher Found Me. She Grabbed My Comic Book And Tore It Up. I Was Really Upset, But Then She Brought In A Pile Of Books From Her Own Library. That Was The Best Thing That Ever Happened To Me.

But Now, Like A Fallen Sparrow On A Golden Chain, I'm Forever Bound In Shadow, A Prisoner To My Pain.

Sometimes I Feel Like I Have Walked Into The Middle Of A Movie. Maybe I Can Make My Own Movie. The Film Will Be The Story Of My Life. No, Not My Life, But Of This Experience. I'll Call It What The Lady Who Is The Prosecutor Called Me. Monster.

Yes, She Is The Fruit That Will Sustain Me And Yes, She Brings A Rain That I Know Can Chill But It Is A Rain So Sweet And Sings A Song My Soul Insists That I Follow, If I Would Exist As More Than I Have Ever, Ever Been If My Mother Calls It Evil, Then I Embrace The Sin

Everything In Life Is Made Up...you Make Up That You Are Happy. You Make Up That You Are Sad. You Make Up That You Are In Love. If You Don't Make Up Your Own Life, Who's Going To Make It Up For You? It's Bad Enough When You Die And Everybody Can Make Up Their Own Stories About You. —mr. Hooft