My Childhood

 

 When a family breaks 

And your love soon turns to hate

When you hide under your pillows at night 

As your parents start to fight

When you see an new meaning of alone 

And your heart slowly turns to stone,

Isn't a family supposed to be strong

But it's too late now, it's already gone

 
Author's Notes/Comments: 

This is a poems about my early life.

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