this ish the first i am poem in a two i am poem this is the poem about my younger self when i lived with my drunken mother

“SMALL AND CONFUSED”

I am small and confused.
I wonder if life is real.
I hear the hate-
I see the pain.
I want to help…
I am small and confused.

I pretend I’m happy.
I feel useless.
I touch the emptiness-
I worry it will soon be me.
I cry for my mother…
I am small and confused.

I understand she loves me.
I say what I’m told.
I dream big dreams.
I try to make her happy.
I hope she will change…
I am small and confused.