I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now

I gathered together all the things that remind me of my childhood
shortlived and broken as it was
I look back fondly on ignorance, seeming innocence
even though I knew then what I know now
it was easier to pretend

I do not feel jaded, or robbed of what was rightfully mine
I do not envy others the things I never had
a home and a family and love and trust, I trust I will find later on in life
that's just my lot in life, no more than I deserve

but who is to discern my truths from my lies
who is it that judges me by my sins and thoughtless acts
and who has condemned me to this life