...About The Golden Cradle

Don't get me wrong...I'll be forever grateful. I was born a privileged kid, surrounded by love and the very best my parents could provide. I never had to struggle to put food on the table and every year I brought new shoes to school. I even went to a private one, because of how important english and relations would be for my future. Im thankful for my mothers every sweat drop and my fathers discretion or omission. Now I know what they were trying to protect me from, and thought in my heart I know their intentions were nothing but caring for me...cracking out of the shell has been shocking in many ways, and I'd dare to say painful, really painful. Life is no fairytale story nor pink crystal bubble...it's as raw as it can get. It is straight to your face and truth is nobody cares...here I am standing all alone, me, my shadow and myself. I've fallen many times, and everytime I come out stronger. Im angry though...I should have known better. I miss the inocence, I miss believing, I miss not being fearful of evil, not even knowing it existed...I just miss believing...I really do...L*