Childhood Lies by: Rose Clifford
In my youth I believed most anything,
Falling helplessly into your truths —
Soaking in the warmth of their familiarity.
In the absence of my rationality ,
Sprung the gullibility of my personality,
Ignorantly delighted with myself.
As days grew older, so did I.
Purpose sprouted focus in my mind,
Delivering me from my childlike state.
Now I know your words were dipped in acid,
Burning sockets in me of distrust for you,
And your monotonous line, “things will get better.”