Random poem thoughts

To be and forget

The covers are knotted, the bed a pile of bricks. I'm on needles, poked and prodded with the responsibility of getting older.
New expectations. New ways to fail.
The fear of not knowing. Of messing up so bad on your own that you have no idea how to salvage it.
College, there's so many letters none for me.
They ask me what college I'm going to attend and my face falls.
These grades may not be As
but they're the grades of a girl who works hard.
She grew up and became an adult before she was even ready. What's childhood?
Her parents were non existent busy at work she could cook at the age of seven.
She fed and cared for a younger brother who jokingly called her mom.
She stayed afloat.
The voices of responsibility have become so loud.
The apartments to expensive the struggle at work tiring.
Where is my childhood?