Father Figures
I grew up,
learning that there was more to life,
than sitting down watching sonic on saturday nights.
I grew up,
at the age of 10,
when father thought he should play pretend,
so now he's a ghost stuck inside my head.
I grew up,
when my step father took a bus and left,
before my brother was born,
and we had to lie and tell him that his father was dead.
I grew up,
the day I started school and the teacher asked about my parents,
and I had to tell the classroom I had a parent.
I grew up,
when it grew apparent that there would never be anyone on the other end,
to catch the ball I threw at them.
I grew up,
and then I grew some more.
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