childhood

when i was younger, i was pretty dumb so full of envy, an only son my parents taught me that love isn't fun they only spoke when it needed done like trading cars in a parking lot to drive an hour away just to come back for school the very next day i always wondered why mom moved so far away maybe to cope with the choices she wish didn't make and i still had to go even when my sisters quit i went all alone on weekends instead of just being a kid 9 years old, wasting time with a mom who never seemed to even want me, always sent me back outside childhood was a mess back at my dad's house, it was so picturesque school in the same town friends down the street from me his second wife was the closest thing that i would ever know to having a mom and dad, until she kicked us out i had a cousin who was around my age his parents taught me that not all love will break and i loved to stay the night over breaks and holidays but it always hurt my head when i wished that i were their kid instead childhood was a mess for me childhood was a mess for me