Playing
For us kids who had to grow up fast
because our parents were hurting...
Now we’re older and being a kid.
Not knowing what we’re doing in life
because the time that we had
to try and learn ourselves,
we spent healing our parents.
Now that we’re older and
are shamed for not having our lives together,
what is growing up?
We now are experiencing the faults and mistakes
that we should have experienced
as a child.
Now we are adult childs.
Playing alone.
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