Childhood Comments

why try now to fix me up i am just a broken cup amongst the pile of shattered things that being in my family means.

The feeling of never being good enough and not worthy enough to be given time by your own flesh and blood is depressing at best. What a pathetic little world full of pathetic little people messing with our childhood...I'm rambling again. I like the poem.

After your comment on my version of Childhood I decided to check your's out and wow... I honestly feel your words.

THIS IS THE BEST POEM I HAVE READ OF TITLE ''CHILDHOOD''TILL NOW..... great flow of words.....keep writting

A fantastic poem with a great flow, like it.