The poem of the past I’ve always wanted to grow up wanted to do the things that Big kids do but I realized I never really knew what the big kids do my parents Fought as I forgot but big kids don’t forget promises are broken like a shattered Plates against the walls as I sleep in my room on the nights my dad stumbles through the halls thinking he was quiet as a mouse my mind spins with thoughts and wishes but these thoughts and wishes I didn’t understand I didn’t know what they meant I wanted to be a big kid do big kid things but I didn’t know big kids include constant pain.