Memories

Memories
I was asked once, if memories were good to hold on to
Sometimes they are right?
They help to define the real you...
I refuse to spend another dime divulging to a stranger of when I think it all started.

I dare you to judge me, but first, walk a mile in my shoes- now full grown-
I have to go back to console that little girl
I dont care how you see me, hell people talk anyway
Here are a few things that happened, in my world

~Memories~