A Look Inside

My life was not the story book childhood
It’ did start out that way but was to young
My memory only goes back to the bad parts
A father gone to soon a mother grieving
Then turning to alcohol to feel numb
It was not an easy road that I was on
Most nights crying silently alone in my bed
It’s funny how the vivid memories
Are the ones I wish I could forget
But through it all I kept on moving
Trying to be a better person
Which sometimes I failed at badly
The years past by and life did not wait
But that formed me into who I had become
Giving me strength I thought I never had