Childhood

I can't help being born, but you could have chosen to have me when you were ready

Childhoods can be blurry

a memory thats too close to a dream.

Yet some scars the brain to no repair.

Though I must be fair,

I can scream all I want, but to no answer.

Children are always greedy.

Starving for food,

love,

attention,

 self-worth.

Yes, I am a greedy b*****d.

But if that is my flaw,

why did you give birth to me.