Confusing Childhood

This is a start to a series of poems and short stories that I'm using to get rid of all the anger and confusion I've endure in my 18 years of life.

Some nights

 I would wake up

 at three in the morning

 to the sound of my baby brother screaming,

 and the sight of my parent's vacant room; 

hours later I'd wake to the 

smell of pancakes and the sight 

of my parent's loving smiles

- A day in my confusing childhood