The ever-present emptiness I hadn't realized was there,
Only showing in times I was surrounded by my peers.
Being a child, naivety is an inherent trait,
Granting bliss and numbing over pain that should be rampant.
Encasing the ever-growing void until the brutally honest world gave the strength to acknowledge it.
Though I realized much too late what the actual cause could be.
A missing role,
A forgotten presence,
Forcing a child through society without the needed encouragement.
Growing up too fast in a world too slow,
Taking on tasks that allowed me to put on a show.
"You are quite mature for your age", they would say.
But that is because I just wasn't raised the same.