I Have Grown
The winter hit different that time,
I hid behind the scenes,
Behind this idea of a perfect image,
I continued on lying to myself,
Poisoning myself with these lies,
I had cracked ,
but I was only a dent into the destructive world we live in,
It got harder to breathe,
But maybe that was my asthma acting up,
I thought a million thoughts a minute,
solutions? Or was it just to make wrong a right?
Thoughts after thoughts.
Years after years.
It is not about finding a cure, but
it is about growing,
watering yourself, feeding yourself, finding enjoyment in things and moving on,
I can say with confidence i've grown,
I am glad to have grown with this family,
There's this pounding in my chest,
when I start to think of what could have been,
My father is a cruel man,
But I don't hate him,
He struggles with his own demons,
I know now of course,
But he had the option to grow and yet,
he chose unwisely.