Raising Them.

My biggest secret is the broken house
I know as a home.

My biggest secret is the destruction
that lies within it.

I don't let the suffocating secrets slip out of the cracks

I keep them buried.
I am prepared to keep then buried for the rest of my life.

My friends think I'm busy on the weekend.
My friends think I've become lazy.

My siblings think of me as a mother.

I just wanted to be a kid.