Abandoned

Never in my life did I ever think I was a sad story. I acknowledged I have some weird things happen in my childhood but who doesn’t? Right? You have an estranged mother addicted to crack? Eh so what? Statistics show that you’re not special.
Your father was in prison up until 2nd grade when you cut half your hair off? Wow pick out any Becky or Martha and I bet you they had a similar experience. Your father got custody of you only to kick you out at the end of your childhood? A tale as old as time. The funny thing is though, people go through things like me. Yet, I feel alone. I feel utterly and entirely alone. Becky isn’t here to see the anger and resentment I have built up against my parents for not truly having my back and raising me responsibility. Martha isn’t consoling me when my father held me down like a wild animal. No. Now that I think about nobody is here. It’s just me. Abandoned.