Humans Aren't Always Good

The world got real when I was six. I know right?

Age six, the prime time of everyone's childhood.

But my childhood wasn't barbies and dolls.

It was mom being gone and dad's abuse and bottles of alcohol.

I learned at a young age: patience and kindness could only get you so far

Because even then dad would end up back at the bar.

As my father screamed and my mom's absence grew

Little six-year-old Sam wondered if she'd get through.

Blaming myself for my parents mistakes, "What did I do wrong?"

Little Sam would say.

Then dad would yell and throw me at a wall.

Still I couldn't help but feel I'd escape from it all. 

Then mom got out and we got away. But with no money no home

There was no place to stay.

Growing up where everything was so tight

Taught this strong Sam how to live and how to fight

With a boat load of drive and responsibility

I told myself I'd be better

Build a strong life for myself because I'm a go-getter.

I've surrounded myself with people full of love.

People that care. People that don't judge.

My father's abuse and drunk habits turned me away

I'm no longer on a dark path, in the sun I plan to stay.

I know that I'm present in this moment

Chosen to be the girl that cannot be broken.

My dad was the problem

Not the bottle in his hand

My mom made dumb choices

But only stopped when she was caught.

My parents behavior was never my fault. Some humans are just bad.

But it wasn't my fault. 

Some kids grow up faster and that's okay

I'm a million times stronger now. I'm here to stay.