Not a Kid Anymore..
I woke up lost and confused, running through my house in a daze. I can't seem to find him. Walking into the kitchen, my mom greets me with a smile as though nothing is out of the ordinary. Suddenly the smell of alcohol greets my nose, an I remember that I'm not a kid anymore. Monsters aren't the only thing to be afraid of. And moms and dads won't be around forever.
This poem is about:
Me
My family