If I Wasn't Misunderstood

Do you remember what it was like to fall asleep on the couch

Wake up in your bed but dont remember how you got there?

To have life your way with no responsibilities

No hurt from anyone but the ground beneath you when you fall?

Well I remember the sleepless nights

The age of six crying because nothing was alright

Locking the door so I would be left alone

From acts that no one knew about but they surely would not condone

From the predator under the roof that forced me to grow up

That sacrificed my childhood before it could even develop

So now when I am told that I'm mature for my age

I respond with thank you but im silently filled with rage

Because I had to experience something that no one should

And if you were in my shoes you too would feel misunderstood