I'm that kid down the street, the grocery bagger at the supermarket, the young guy who shovels your Mom's sidewalk.
I hope, I feel, I hurt and dream just like your kid. One big difference is I can't live at home. I can't stay in the same house with my father or my grandmother or my brothers. I can't go to school with my friends.
It's a lot of things. It's anger and hurt and frustration, it's not feeling safe, it's not being able to talk about it with anybody. It's a million things I can't stop thinking about and it's nothing I can put into words. All I know is that lately, something usually goes bad when I'm home. Sometimes, I can't even remember why.
I just know right now, the way things are, I can't be there.
Not now. I hope soon.