when I was a child

when I was afraid my family thought me when your father die no body loves and care for you they tought me that when your father die you become a baby in servitude when I wasva child they tought me to become wicked a baby orphan in suit on canvas a school tatherd bag on his back and no snacks and breakfast or upkeep when I was a child they thought me to be wicked they tought me how to become an energy,or a spike they tought me that if you help they will not help you which I want to unlearn