dream to reality, hurt of formed insanity.

Hurt was the word introduced to me. 

When I was little I didn't know what to believe.

I had nightmares, some of them were just endless dreams.

The dreams would start over again, just like the fall, the leaves.

I would scream in terror because of the nightmares.

I told my parents, but they did not seem to care. 

My parents did not always get along, realized it wasn't fair. 

The next little piece I was unaware. 

My parents bickered day and night. 

I could hear them loud and clear from my room.

They did not know I could hear out of sight. 

The dress my mom wore was green attire.

I raged every time I heard them fighting or yelling. 

I raged in what it seemed like I was on fire. 

My mother and father would cry, but they were both liars. 

Did you think I had a perfect life, or prior? 

My parents separated in the fall. 

My dad had moved on with a girl faking it all. 

my mom had moved on with a guy with alcoholic withdrawal.

And for that I know, the end didn't end at all.   

For this, I know what the definition of hurt meant. 

Many people believe, learn or forget. 

My dreams and nightmares were all a sign. 

A sign on what was going on the whole entire time.