Comments about Christine Cicchino
Parental Mistakes Are Indeed Traits
I am lost in a body, a 'me' with no worth. I remain feeling angry, GOD let you give birth.
My mind is unquiet, though silent I stay... Ive accepted a fact that will not go away.
Though I've searched for the reasons, they're never quite clear.. under blackness of clouds that cant disappear.
I promised I'd not be the mother you were.. but the sickness you passed to me cant find a cure.
Looking over my years, quickly passing with age, the hole in my heart, now
replaced by my rage.
GOD granted a gift, that now looks just like me.. a beautiful soul, somehow meant to ...