My side of events
How
lonely it must be,
Nobody believes you.
You are alone.
How
lonely it must be,
Only you believe,
Cast aside like a stone.
How
lonely it must be,
An empty heart, a tortured soul,
Why dont they
see.
How
lonely it must be,
Knowing the truth and all,
A life of utter
misery.
Andy 25/8/2007
My tattoo.
At
last I am sixteen,
Gone is the taboo.
Mother is pretty good,
I am
getting a tattoo.
Not
sure what to get,
A rose , a butterfly, a face.
All I know is I want
one,
So I can fit in with my mates.
All
my mates show off theirs,
Now its my turn at last.
I really cant wait
to show it off,
Oh boy, what a big blast.
Now
dad is a different matter I know,
He consented but I know he is mad.
But I wont change my mind,
Even if dad is being dad.
I
know it may hurt a bit,
But us teens we dont care.
Oh , the
thrill of it all,
My tattoo laid bare.
Such a big day for me,
I cant really take
it in.
Mum and dad have begrudgingly relented,
A little picture on my
skin .
Even when I am old and wrinkly,
And I know it
will look kind of pale .
But I got my tattoo at sixteen,
And I will
still love it when I am old and frail .
Andy 1/10/2007