For a time I can't remember

it wasn't always hard
growing up in poverty
sometimes i imagine it was different

it wasn't always hard
ma made sure we were fed
the heat was one and water ran

sometimes i imagine it was different
instead of tears and pains
full hearts warm with joy

but it wasn't always hard
my sister and i got along fine
and Birthdays were always birthdays

still i imagine it was different
my pride grew and i had to compete
so childhood became warped

but most things due become muddled
with age it changes, but much stays the same
so it wasn't always hard
but sometime i imagine it was different

Author notes

I wrote this as an assignment a mentor gave to me. But as i wrote it i began to think on my childhood and what i remember as fact or changes my brain made to help me cope with my past. Nothing like soul searching to make you wonder "What the hell was that all about?" I dunno. Just thinking ( which believe it or not is something i do occasionally) tell me what you think see ya later!