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I remember when I was a little child that all I wanted to do was go outside and play I was so happy and free with no worries about waking up to a dead mother or an alcoholic father I was so naive and I was so blind to the ugly truth that my family is I understand that no ones perfect but, my mom was once trying to leave me when I was so young How'd I explain that to my future friends? What would I even tell myself?
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
Consumption of my sanity
I remember when I was a little child that all I wanted to do was go outside and play I was so happy and free with no worries about waking up to a dead mother or an alcoholic father I was so naive and I was so blind to the ugly truth that my family is I understand that no ones perfect but, my mom was once trying to leave me when I was so young How'd I explain that to my future friends? What would I even tell myself?
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Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 7:11 PM UTC
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