I Don't Know What Happened....

I don’t know what happened,
I was too young to understand,
I was six.
When daddy moved away.
I didn’t understand what happened.
Why do I have to go look at daddy’s new house?
Why aren’t you coming mommy?

I wished forever that this would undue itself,
That mommy and daddy would fall in love again,
Just like the movies
But it wont.

And now,
I don’t understand
I don’t even know what it was like with them together
Having two parents together
Not having to go from one house to the other
I don’t remember
I was too young
I was only six

To this day, mommy still yells at daddy
Forget it!
I don’t want to understand
I want to forget

I wrote this poem last year for my Western Lit class when my teacher asked me to write about a time that I went through hell, this is my first draft, and I haven't been able to change it. It felt so raw to me, so meaning full, I didn't think that I could edit this and keep that feeling...
I read this at Inkslingers (my school's writing club) two days ago, and I couldn't even read it out loud, my friend AG offered to read it for me. And the reaction I got..... let's just say, I wasn't expecting it. (I even made Queen Shardlow cry). All I hope is that people don't read this and think that it's fake, or comment saying something that they don't mean.

But, please, comment. I want to know other people's reactions.

Listening to: Nothing, I'm in class