After mum died everything changed. I became more isolated than I was ever before, slowly dying inside. I'm tired of all the fake formalities and smiles, all the don'ts and can'ts , my step-

mother is basically 'the mistress/duchess of don't'. Riches and fame can't buy happiness, I learnt that even before I started school. But there was always one way I could express myself, music. I found my freedom in that room, and 'he' was the one who lead me out, 'he' freed me from my cage.