Little Did I Know

When I was younger, I thought of the world as a fairytale with an everlasting ending,

Little did I know that it's a twisted nightmare, an apple rotten to the core.

Slowly, slowly eaten by a worm, ascending,

Reaching deep to the center, changing forever and making it sore.

When I was younger, I thought everybody had a kind heart, making them so, very nice,

Little did I know, these types of souls are rarities.

Instead, it’s populated with people who have no regards, not thinking twice,

People who’d rather buy a needless thing, rather than donating to the local charities.

When I was younger, I thought that there was no such thing as the ugly roots called Prejudice and it’s growing self, Discrimination,

Little did I know that many are hated simply because of their DNA or what they believe in.

How it would make them victims of animosity, in which they would hope for salvation,

And when they spoke out themselves and the good, the ones who doubted them, considered it a sin.

When I was younger, I thought there were no matters of difference in being a boy or a girl,

That gender had no definition and not aware of sexism was a major issue, especially for females.

To not be treated like any other caused them to want of equal and not all the hate to be in a hurll,

Yet there they are, transgenders abused and women sent away into the kitchen to cook, because that's where they belong or their not “powerful” nor “dominant” as males.

When I was younger, I thought the good looked good and the bad looked bad,’

Little did I know appearance won’t always define something and that the bad looked pretty, like the patterns on snakes or the world itself, a facade of beauty.

Because the good that lies lonely in the dark is not accounted for, such as one might expect from a rant for acting upon morals or treating one with the same level of respect, it’s something like a fad,

Until the bad crept among the shadows, whispering pretty, soft tunes into the still air, alluring in the atmosphere, but in guard like a guard on duty.

When I was younger, I thought I wanted to look like the models on the magazines, beautiful,

Little did I know that they were real once, before trading in their naturality for plastic surgery, implants, and extensions.

How they changed rather than embracing their true figures, for fame and fortune, instead of being truthful,

How every curve had mattered, every detail to captivate and not to captivate what the real self dwells within, the real good intentions.

When I was younger, I thought all I wanted was to be like everybody else and fit in,

Little did I know that to be a rose among daisies was better than to be a robot among robots.

That society is not to define others and judgements are not to be tossed about and enjoyed like gin,

That trends come and go every season, but goodness, respect, and love are fads that are faded, but still stay amongst the ones who don't drown themselves in liquor shots.

Now that I’m older, I know that we were all humans until race disconnected us, religion seperated us, gender disjointed us, society severed us, politics divided us, and wealth classified us,

And that if we were slit open, there would be hearts beating, brains thinking, and lungs breathing.

No matter if we have two kidneys or one, a metal heart instead of a real one, or lying guts,

We need the same things, and for to stitch us back up, we all need some healing.