I wish i could return to my innocence, oblivious to the truth, to reclaim the smiles, that were snatched in my youth, i miss the dad i never had, a comforting arm when i was sad as a lad, mums ok, but she couldnt teach me how to be a man, rebellious, a child noone could understand, councilors,teachers, and patronising shrinks, all of which tried to steal my freedom to think, pills and drugs, perscribed to 'lighten the load', how much petrol on a fire? Before it explodes, a part of my struggle which nobody knows, my face never shows, the pain of a budding rose...