All I wanted when I was a child
Was to be grown up
I felt so trapped
No control over my life
At the mercy of a manic depressive mother
And a dad who never grew up
What do you do
When you live in hell?
The flames burning through your childhood
Charring your childlike innocence and confidence
And you have to grow up sooner than any child should
I had a sister to protect
And raise as best I could
Even as I raised myself
Leaving home full of guilt
For the ones I left behind
But I had to choose myself
I had to finish growing up
To become the adult
I always longed to be
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