Sometimes I wonder if they taught me wrong like,
Two plus Two is not Four.
Like I shouldn’t say yes ma’am, or sir
Nor ever hold the door.
Maybe they just didn’t know that the world would be so mean.
That evil would lurk everywhere
Maybe the dangers were unseen.
For surely they would have built me strong and not fragile of the heart
They would have known for certain that this world would tear my soul apart.
I’m not sure if I got it wrong.
Or it’s the world that is in plight.
Love and understanding seems like it’s no longer right
I must not resort to hardening.
Over encumbered is not how I will choose to go.
I fear I will forever feel
Just hung by my halo…
-B-