Petals In The Grass

Moulded Me

Eroded are my thoughts
Distorted is my mind
Memories draw close
They are never far behind

Strive for understanding
Strive for something good
People are rarely kind
Doing things they should

A piece of me was taken
A shameful childhood endured
Some things have no meaning
Some things are too absurd

Broken are the windows
That look in to my soul
Broken is my will
That certain people did mould