When I was growing up, as a young patootie,
I always had a nightmare, that stayed with me.
Wherever I, find my significant other,
My life, will change for better.
Wherever I, saw future kids,
In my dreams, they always hated me.
After many years, almost relic,
I re-lived, the nightmare within.
Had a brave face, understood every word,
Cried my heart out, once I reached home.
Today I, doubted in solitary,
heard someone, feared me.
Was I, turning into,
Someone else, I loathe.
rskoshe 