Is it normal
that I forget so easily?
That who I was no longer troubles me,
though it still makes me doubt
my choices, my thinking,
the child I was shrinking
under parents who did nothing but shout?

I wanted to change,
I wanted to care.
The right people? No —
but life isn’t fair.
And who am I, truly,
to judge what I sought
when love was a lesson
I was never taught?

Why did happiness mean
I had to run away?
Run from them, or from me —
who was I meant to betray?

What did I do
to deserve all that pain,
all that anger and violence
falling down like rain,
when all I wanted
was a simple childhood day?

I ran from them,
but from myself I did not dare.
And only now, step by step,
I’m finding my way back there.