Stolen ChildHood

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Every time I’ve gone to write my story in the past I never get round too and i’m not really expecting to get very far with this one either, I write stories poems sometimes even songs and I’m not about to make that public knowledge well anymore than this is public knowledge, confusing as life is I believe most of my childhood was infact stolen, not in the brainwashed sense or any other meaning but by those people that are supposed to love and protect, this isn’t about abuse as I was brought up in quite a nice house with what was a hmmm shall we say friendly household, my mother had a breakdown, my father was never there and we had the nice fairy godmother grandparents and the ugly sister grandparents and I make no point in hiding that fact, I’d really like to write a book slagging them all off and telling them what they’ve done and how they’ve screwed there kids up but to be honest I think deep down, they already know that,  Not there fault though, they couldn’t have changed no more than the alliance that was the children could fight them single handed. Never the less they left us to fight, fight for ourselves…2

I guess the title kind of fits with this little story but I don’t think it sums up quite how destructive adults can actually be, with their lies, hurt anger and stupid dumb responsibilities that none of them actually live up to, its stupid. Their stupid.3

Adults well crappy parents think they can pick when to be responsible.4

I’ve talked and talked to my friends about parents and abandonment and that life’s unfair… but it is….. Life always is….. This storys gonna end up like all the rest as the page ends here…. Maybe one day ill have my stolen childhood back……5