This is me

AS A CHILD I FELT ALONE...
I KNEW I WAS LOVED BUT THE PRESENCE OF IT WAS GONE...
MY POPS WAS ADDICTED...
MY MOM WAS CONFLICTED...
I DON'T THINK THEY WERE READY FOR A CHILD...
SO UNCONSCIOUSLY THEY ALLOWED ME TO RUN WILD...
I SIPPED MY FIRST BEER WHEN I WAS FIVE...
AT SIX THE NEIGHBORHOOD HOMIES GOT ME HIGH...
I SEEN THE WAYS PEOPLE AROUND ME SURVIVED...
I SEEN THE LIGHT OF LIFE LEAVE THEIR EYES...
MY POPS ENDED UP SKIPPING TOWN...
THEN MY MOM STARTED PASSING ME AROUND...
BUT IT WAS A BLESSING I ENJOYED...
I BECAME MY AUNT AND GRANDMAS' FAVORITE BOY...
I FELT THE LOVE I WAS YEARNING FOR...
RECEIVED ATTENTON INSTEAD OF BEING IGNORED...
THEN THAT BLESSING CAME TO AN END...
AND MY JOURNEY OF BUILDING ANGER BEGAN...
MY MOM GAVE ALL OF HER ATTENTION TO MY LITTLE BROTHER...
MY SISTER GOT LOVE AND ATTENTION FROM OUR MOTHERS' MOTHER...
I GUESS I HAD TO FIND LOVE ELSE WHERE...
BUT THAT LEAD ME NOWHERE...
AS I GOT OLDER...
I BECAME COLDER...
I HAD A CHIP ON MY SHOULDER...
AND I WANTED MY LIFE TO BE OVER...
NO ONE KNEW MY PAIN...
THEY ONLY CARED ABOUT ME CAUSING STRAIN...
BEING DEFIANT AND DISRESPECTFUL...
BUT THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN OTHERS NEGLECT YOU...
ONE DAY I DISCOVERED WRITING...
I FOUND PEACE AND WAS ENLIGHTENED...
LETTING MY EMOTIONS POUR ON PAPER...
BECAME MY LIFES SAVIOR...
AND NOW FOREVER I WILL BE A POETIC CREATOR...
THIS IS ME...
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Think this may be true for all of us...writing is therapeutic and it doesn't have to make sense...just like our thoughts and our lives...x