My thoughts from deep within

Maturity

They always ask why i'm so mature for my age. I believe this to be due to my childhood. Remembering sitting in the car late at night when we just pulled up to the house. My father screaming through the phone at my mother who was balling. I remember telling my mother "Just hit the red button. That's all you gotta do. Then it'll be ok". She unfortunately didn't take my advice until long after. But i dont blame her for what happened. It was not her fault. I remember being put down for sleep. I remember how thin the walls seemed as my father placed shame on my mother for nothing she had done wrong. I didn't understand at the time but i remember the drunken slurs that came from his mouth and felt like a whip slashing your back. I remember why i had to be so mature.