you was a child, a child to it all that's why br even when in the thick of the storm you br could do nothing but smile, as hate met br hate and created pain your green eyes br followed the flight of the butterfly. br When pots and pans came crashing br across the floor you gathered them and br played beats upon there blackened backs. br br When those you knew sat with dead eyes br watching the t.v, dismissing your every word br you painted rainbows around there feet. br Afraid of breaking their gaze you placed br your paintings under the picture of nanna br she'd always smile, always. br br only when the curtains were tugged tight br and you found yourself drowning in the br darkness did you allow yourself to cry. br Until the passing cars brought about br dancing angels on your bedroom walls br and when the prize of sleep eventually br came you entered the world of white.