Poem

Dyslexically, I wrote peom first

Also I realized

Some people find somethings easier

Because they haven't been molded

Because of the ones who they lived with when they were younger

It's hard to really choose who you want to grow up with

You deal with the two people shaped flesh and blood of the supposed

Some people

Don't get effected by the same things

If they grew up with someone else

Some

Lived in mental cages

No one else could see

And even when you explain it

It's still not the same

And I don't blame the people

I really don't

They just

Really don't know

What that's like

And I am glad they don't

I really am