Growing Pains
I grew through my pains,
Though I wasn't to blame.
Divorce, poverty, hunger.
My mind changed the day I started-
To understand the world is not rainbows and sunshine,
It's pain and grey while crying in the rain.
Having a job at age 14,
Given to the world of struggle-
My mind changed through the growing pains.
I understand now: "Stay young forever"
I see why adults drink themselves under the weather.
I changed when the pain inside-
Showed out.
When nights were spent crying-
Without a sound.
I grew through my pains- and continue
Growing through demons,
I've learned lessons to change me.
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