Childhood Somethimes Isnt What A Child Has

Tonight i remembered
All that was Forgotten
Tonight i was told
To get over it
Tonight i am tired
Though tomorrow ill be weary
So now
Ill tell my story
In a dream
I was taken back
To the days
I wish to be not my own
But these dreams
Remind me
That these days
They are my own
The bruises
The tears
The smell of beer
The cries for mommy
Unrecquited love
Daddy never gave
A chance for me to be a child
Mommy never noticed
She was having an affair
Going through her makeup
Not to play dressup
But to hide the marks
'Cause id rather live in fear of him
Than live with her knowing it was her fault