What If?


What If?


What if I wasn't the person you perceive me to be and think I am?

That I can do and accomplish anything that you don't think I can?

Seeing the outside but not in,

Seeing only a happy child because of a grin?

What if I've been to the unbearable places?

When I close my eyes and still can see the looks on their faces?

Feeling inside, like I am the only one who can help?

Being awaken from the way she felt, my mother indeed, a distinct yelp?

What if i could help then, and become a friend?

Or could I just have walked away from... Them... Forever?

Forever I would be free, they could deal with each other,

But I didn't, I was a man in the making and had to help my mother

What if I told you that I was pretty much a momma's boy?

That I LOVE my mother more than a desert kid loves a lamma toy?

What if I could recite to you every word, every place, every face, every action?

What if I could tell you what happened and then told you my reaction?

What if this charm and this smile was hiding the hurt inside for a while?

That this little guy had to step in and help... Yes, a child.

What if I could leave you off telling you I went through it all, facts, fiction, and the games?

What if I went through depression, hurt, agony, deprivation, negligence, and shame?

What If that was me?


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