Into the wild

Into the wild 

When I grow up 
Go out into the wild 
Will my adult be spent 
A parentified child? 

My dad was the mane circus act
Trampoline, trapeze 
When he remembers bad times
I put his mind at ease 

Physical scars heal 
The emotional ones remain 
Generational cycle 
He passes on the pain 

He drinks, I do the hunting 
Provide 24 hour care 
My father and I 
Role reversed pair 

Cant really blame him 
He’s been through a lot 
Suppose it should fall on me
I’m all he’s got 

I do hope he gets better 
At least sometime soon 
I live under the shadow 
Of his doom and gloom 

Don’t mean to play the victim 
He’s the one that’s troubled
But the impact of the abuse he’s faced 
Make the trouble doubled 

So, I wonder.. 

When I grow up 
Go out into the wild 
Will my adulthood be spent 
As a parentified child?