The Birth Of Adulthood
The Birth of Adulthood 6/23/19
Looking back into my murky history
My personality was an illusion of mystery
In the past
behind the glass
I was trapped
Peering out to the other side
I wondered to whom I could truly confide
This empty darkness inside of me
The sea of hopelessness that tempted to swallow me.
As I child I fought the darkness of despair
I learned of betrayals’ sting from those deemed fair.
My bubbles of positivity were illusions in layers
My best of friends became my betrayers
The monsters told me I’ll never survive
I clung to a hope that kept my spirit alive
When I learned the manipulations and lies of my makers
I had to create my own hope and uproot the fakers
My makers spent their lives
to conquer me and my drives
I had a child’s creative spirit dreaming to soar
Things would never be what they had been before
When the bubble of ignorance is popped;
So dies innocence and sweet gumdrops
I grew up when I broke the chains of oppression
and walked through freedoms door with equal succession.
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