My Dysfunctional Upbringing Poem by fanniesson -
My Dysfunctional Upbringing
My old man was never around,
for one reason or another,
and neither was my mother
when you get right down to it,
and in the end, just short of
twenty years down the line.
I had no interest in either
one of them, let alone how much
they had changed as they aged.
They were just two people that
let me stay in a room in their house,
til I was old enough to
'get the Hell out of there'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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