Disfunctional Happy Home

I feel like a freak of nature, An odd-ball of the rarest sort, Because I had a happy childhood, And it seems somehow I am caught... I've grown up naive, trusting, and other bizarre things, I have no frame of reference for the misery life often brings... This has become a bit of a dilemma Cause I am set apart, From the street wise horrors And their breakings of the heart, Oh, I would learn quite quickly, Later on in life, Just how the world is sickly, Thanks to an abusive wife... And my cherished family memories Are what helps me to hang on, And those friends of mine, Who somehow are not gone... So if you suffered from a miserable childhood, And I do not belittle it's effect, There might be one tiny bit of solace, You were forged tough In furnaces of hell, And can carry on in life, Better than I could ever tell.