Truth and Pretendence


Mother believes that this world
Is a big bad place for
Someone as delicate as me.
But she doesn't know
That this world got to me
No matter how hard she
Tried to protect me.

Mother doesn't know why her
Love is lost in me and
Why I'm afraid of people
And all the secrets that she
Would wish I hadn't known
For she still thinks that I'm her
Little girl who cries for the littlest
Of little things in this world.

But at the end of the day, no matter
How much I need to keep her
In the shade, all I want to do
Is to hug her tight and cry out
That, I'm the one protecting
Her now, from the truth of what
This world has done to me and
Who I've become in the end.

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