A short poem about Social Anxiety

Daddy’s little girl? Never had the chance. Mummy’s princess? Not even close.

"Where is your dad?" This is a question I've been asked several times. I was constantly asked this as a young child and asked again when I started this blog. I'm quick to answer and say he has passed away, which is true but there's more to it than that. I arrived in the UK …

As a teen I decided to run away from home

Growing up I didn't have many friends. It was restricted just like many things in my life. I did have very few friends. They were mainly because they used to come to my house for tuition. Even though it was very few, it was just nice having other girls to talk to and not always …