I grew

I grew and grew

quicker than the birds flew

faster than the vines on the house 

quiet like a mouse 

arguments expanding my mind

there was no room for family to be kind 

I grew when you locked the room

I resented you and all you do 

slowly growing closer

freedom sweeter than you never being sober 

I grew

but did you?

This poem is about: 
My family


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