Innocence Taken

Distracted by the shape of the leaves,

Inspired by the height of the trees,

A child with fresh scrapes on my knees

Part of the world I wanted to be.

 

Cultivating miracles in my mind,

And compassion for all other kinds,

Nurturing love I always could find,

From those whom my life had happily signed.

 

Until others my age deemed me a fool,

A punching bag they had right to use,

To selfishly make themselves feel good,

Fathomless how they could be this cruel.

 

Cut open my self-love drained away,

Left instead a gaping hole of hate,

Reality only showed me shame,

So in fiction I hid and played.

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