maybe...

...I must think about this - am I mad?
~Should I be doing this?

I'm twenty-seven sounding like a fuckin teenager - those nasty little creeps who ghost around town with mummys money in their pockets, trying to be oh so scary in hoodie tops.

I heard some guy moan that his school is run by Nazi's - yeah..right..if only.

However bad my life has got, however scared I've been, nothing, nothing has been so bad as feeling the heat of the oven.
I pray they never have to face that.
But then I pray they never have to live my life either.

Answers on a postcard dearest.