Growing up to soon

I remember the first time I saw Dad take a drink 

I remember the first time I saw Mom cry about Dads drinking 

I remember the first time my sister told me “don’t worry one day things will be better”

I remember looking into the mirror that day 

I remember that day

That day is when the feelings of youth died within me

That day is when I went from a child to an emotionless rag doll

That day was the day I grew up.

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