Short poem I wrote about my younger years.

Parents that abuse drugs and alcohol do more damage to their kids than they may know.

I grew up in a household like that, my traumatization surely shows.

I was left alone to fend for myself at the age of six.

There was nothing I could do, it was something my mother had to fix.

I am afraid of the dark at the age of twenty nine.

The games she played to scare me, I did not appreciate.

Mother got sober when I was seven but the damage was already done.

I do my best not to be anything like that while raising my son.

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  • Rosettaartist1 on Feb 16, 2010

    Fine words and glad you came through it all wanting to be a different kind of parent.

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