Remember, remember
The promised childhood
The one of the goodtimes
The one with "happiness"
The one with friends
When was that?
Is childhood real?
The promised years?
Some have years of hurt instead
Years of drunken fathers
Memories of abuse
Times of distraught
Of hurt
And loss!
The few of us
Can't help but distrust
Those who believe
In happy endings
Instead, we lust
For the ones like us
Who never got the chance
To believe in such a bust
YOU ARE READING
Trapped in a poetic mind
PoetryPoems by a person who has issues. Whether it is their, Depression, PTSD, or Anxiety, something is always bothering them. Writing about everything that pops into their mind, and things that they are too scared to talk about, you will no doubt find so...
