Poems Of My Thoughts.

me

I remember when I was young
But yet mature to understand that something was wrong with the way I act. parents didn't understand the troubles that I had
When in reality I was never glad. Being a loner was something I was never bad at, rather than being backstab. The more I stop talking the more I had times to think about my Dad and where he was at. I couldn't blame someone that was never there for the little kid that was always scared. I try the best to hide myself from people who I usually hang for I always envy their lives that I never had. There's nothing to be sad when truly I don't understand.