I dreamed a dream. A memory from bygone days. In Your face I saw, A Saving grace. My mind betrayed. An illusion, To decoy myself…

Is that not the first sign of imperfection? You want to show me how I can be flawless. Yet I can only show you my…

Growing up, I was meant to be seen and not heard. My needs were burdens. My pleas for love were nauseating. My cries were an…