Being mature beyond my years wasn't a blessing. I had to step into the role of caregiver for my family.
My mother needed more than a child; she needed a mother, so I became that.
My brother needed someone to look after him, so I became his caretaker.
My family needed protection, so I became the protector.
And the dark family secrets needed a guardian, so I became the one who maintained appearances.
But all I got was being mature for my age, while yearning for the warmth of a loving mother, the companionship of a carefree brother, and the innocence of a childhood unburdened by responsibilities.
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Fragments of Innocence
PoesiaEmbark on a deeply personal journey through the pages of "Fragments of Innocence." With raw and honest verse, the author invites you to explore the complexities of childhood trauma and the development of borderline personality. Interspersed with mom...
