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My personal thoughts 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
