Childhood

My life, what a waste, It didn’t start until it was too late, Not much of a childhood, not much of a fate. Never notice, never seen, All them years, stuck on automatic, a machine. The anger, the anguish of things I should have done The fun, the laughs, what? There wasn’t none. Strict parents who ruled with an iron fist The berating the beatings, you get the gist Being brought up like this I became a recluse Not point arguing or talking back, there wasn’t any use So I became a prisoner of my own quietness and shyness I watched from within, with silent sadness …. Staying at home from morning to night, just me alone Never having friends over, just me on my own Never going out, just me and my books, Became frightened of people and their judgmental looks My confidence was beaten and battered What little courage there might have been, was shattered Wasted time, and wasted years Locked away in my room, trapped with my fears Then I went to college and things all changed The chains suddenly slackened, it felt a bit strange To suddenly be free and to do as I desired Suddenly I had so many mates, I felt inspired Though I put my head down and studied hard in class Afterwards I chilled, cruised, and had bare laughs I lived everyday to the full, as if it was my last Clubbing and partying and having a blast Chatting up girls, and sessioning till late Not knowing what day it was, never mind the date I lost my way a bit, the straight path I finally managed to find Now that I’m older I remember those days fondly in my mind I haven’t lived many years, but definitely lived those two All those lost years crammed into so few…