I grew up with three parents.
Strange I know..
But its true.
My father was my shield,
Always there when I needed him
Always trying his hardest no matter the situation
Then there are my mothers
I love them both equally..
I could choose between them.
One I love so much it hurts,
She tried her best but could
Never love me the way I needed.
Always had something more important to do...
Then there was the other mother
The one that chose me when she didn't have to.
The one that made the doctors appointments
Nursed me back to health
Saved me when I needed saving
Guided me through the hardest times
She may have been in another house
But she raised me.
She fought for me.
She saw me
YOU ARE READING
Through My Eyes.
PoesíaThrough My Eyes is about my experiences. Some of them are dark some not so much. I'm writing this in hopes it helps someone.
