When I was young, the world made sense.
My parents were in love.
I had friends.
My aunt didn't have to be in a mental hospital.
Dad wasn't always drinking.
I didn't have to worry about if my brother and I were going to be taken away.
I wasn't thought of as a thief.
I didn't have to act like a mom.
I had never even heard of drugs.
I didn't know how to cook.
Every day was going to be the best day ever.
I was still
Happy.

And now?
Now Dad is in jail again.
I know how a drug deal goes down.
I have a whole house to take care of.
The cops know exactly what the inside of my house looks like.
I've had to worry about a stepbrother's rage.
I know Death's face.
My world is corrupt.
I've had to do many things I'm not proud of.
I wish I could be young again.
When I was young, the world made sense.