A little girl, I cowered in fear,
Everyday was spent in high gear,
Await as I did for a pat on my back,
All I got was oodles of flak.
Pathetic as it may sound now,
Lessons from it, I learned to plow,
Harden me for life, it did not,
Delicately, for affection, I sought.
Scarred, others may take me to be,
Childhood, to return to, I am free.
Every day, is a turn of the page,
Everything, time will assuage.
Escape, I do into my own world,
Hoping that as events unfurled,
I shall have my share of stars,
Though sprinkled with battle scars.