Wrote the following poem when I was 10 which resulted in me having to see several psychologists over the years all telling my mother the same thing, “they’re just a normal stressed out kid”
As I walk along the Vally of Death;
I look to my side,
My friends are not there they must’ve left;
Only my shadow which trails behind,
3 o’clock my shadow’s gone and I am all alone;
It’s a pity to see only me
Walk through the imagination of my own.













