I was forced to grow up at a young age...
Helping my family, and stopped making trouble....
But...
I was still blamed for things I did not do...
"Why is it always me?"
I always wanted to say that but I can't...
Cause if I just state my opinion to them, I'm already disrespectful. Like, I just wanted to state my side...why are you yelling at me for being disrespectful?...
YOU ARE READING
Why? How?
Poesíathe words that are unspoken...the feeling that was kept in...the things we can't explain at all...oh how hard it is to grow up... Upload only on Saturdays and sundays
