My mother asked me today:
"Are you still mad about what happened?"
...
Your damn right I'm mad.
Livid.
I spent my life my childhood
Recovering over things I should've been protected from.
I was too young to become a ghost full of grief, not a child like me
Children are supposed to be happy and free.
Atleast that's how it's supposed to be.
So don't tell me I wouldn't be the person I am today
Without the struggles, without the pain.
Because I already know that.
I know that I could've been a kid instead of being forced to grow up.
And I know the people that were supposed to protect me failed me.
No amount of healing or leisure will heal that.
Damn right I'm mad
I'll never get my childhood back.
