Once upon a time, as these stories go,
a child whose mind wasn't much of her own
lived in a place happy and cheerfull
untill the tables turn and the fights begin
no, not what your thinking of
little scrabbles and some yells
that stung more then they should
falling apart is what the child called
her little slice of the universe
even though she knew it wasn't
the child now sees things in a diffrent view
in a way most children her age don't
she became detached in her mind
some called it a phase or some other silly
so she continuied to act "normal"
but the child still questioned her caring
of things like work and family and other