Fearing 1984 [Dedicated to the Channel 4 Series: ‘It’s A Sin’]

1.

Eight years old roaring running free

Without a care in the world that was Me

World around Me changed, things got re-arranged

Death paid Us a violent Visit, stealing souls

Most paid it hardly any mind and just called it a large mole

In my little island room on my made-for-one-bed

While so many, many like me were locked away and left for dead.

2.

Never too flamboyant, like a frightened flamingo

Hiding my head, more silence less said

In the background, with all creativity deeply buried

Scared I fled, so I was far away

No one wanted to know Me that way

My last hug from Mother, then boarding the iron bird

Safe from the hate and persecution

Never a statistic to society's institutions.

3.

I partied hard through the end of the nineties

Bearing in mind I survived being raped

The cross they bore was not my fate

Most of my life spent worried and drained

Existing not living, the one thing I never wanted

No soul to see in the mirror, always haunted

Pills swallowed, life hollowed, and Me trapped

Waking up to a larger than life Nurse cleaning my crap

4.

Where did I go so horribly wrong

Unimportant & irrelevant

Singing my silent song

Love drove by, leaving Me no post

Warm willing Heart, needing Her the most

Mom went, Cancer stole her away

I’m left bereft with nothing but regret

Wanting to hold her one last time

So closely, almost bonding her soul with mine

If I could only go back to 1984.

End.