I remember being young, Unknowing of the evil In the world, Only of the evil in your eyes. I grew up too quickly, Maturity forced upon me. So many nights, I wondered what went wrong. Then the other one came, I had someone else to protect. It wasn't just me, Now it was the two of us. It's not happening anymore, Mom's done, we're done. Now to get to them, You have to get through me. -Summer, age 16 ~*~ This image is dedicated to all the children who have witnessed domestic violence between parents, and who are often dragged into the middle, unwillingly and unknowingly. So many friends of mine have been scarred because of domestic violence, be it mentally, emotionally, or physically. Children are precious things, who are often brought into adult issues when in reality, they have no place in it other then being born. My message with this image, I suppose, is: children are only young for so long, and it seems like even shorter with peer pressure and everything else. It isn't wise - or fair - to force them into growing up even faster. *shrug* And there's my message to the masses for the week *laughs* Thanks for viewing, comments welcome as always.