Not a Child
I don't remember happy things that made me laugh with joy.
Like catching frogs and climbing trees like a proper little boy.
Walking around in broken shoes and dirty clothes that smelt
Going to bed with no food and beatings with a belt
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Parents that would drink and be gone all weekend.
Having to play make-believe because I didn't have any friends
And when Christmas came no smiles and happy noise
Money spent on getting drunk not getting any toys.
I got used to this way of life because that is how it was meant to be
I wonder what life would have been like with a different family.
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