I Am an Adult
I knew I was an adult when I was a child.
I made dinner by myself after being told assistance would be provided.
Their argument outside was wild,
Their voices heated and passions ignited.
No one ate with me, I was alone
I cleaned up the mess from the dishes after being asked to
Yet I wasn't shown
Exactly what it is I was supposed to do
I knew I was an adult when I was a child.
My mother stared out a window as I called her name
And inside my mind I filed
The notion that things were not the same.
I must cook in her place, do her laundry too
I must never show myself true
I can never be any shade of blue
I am no longer a part of the crew.
I am the adult, the mother, the father.
I am the chef, the maid, the servant.
I remember those moments farther
Than I could ever remember them being worth it.