Them

Grey light comes through the window
Memories swirling in my head
Sunny days where my only concern was ants
Rainy days cuddled up with a book
Unafraid of not being enough
When does that change?
Now the constant fear is crushing my will to live.
I'm told I am not smart enough
By the people who raised me
I am not going to be somebody
No one will care
No one but them