They don’t tell you how difficult it’ll get
They graze over the experience
Pointedly lying through their teeth
Eyes averting to avoid a certain gaze
They don’t tell you of your struggles
Struggles you soon realize are beyond your abilities
You claw and rave at the unfairness
Searching and hoping there’s a solution at the end of the problem
Almost like a mathematical complication
We all know how that ends
With more complications
Personally, I wasn’t told
And I envy the souls that had the privilege of knowledge
And I sympathize with the ones like myself
So naive of the goings and comings of the universe
They omitted to tell us
That life had its ups and downs
Sharp razor teeth and scalding breath ripping through your fragile world
It hits differently I think
Being aware of the razor
Or
Unaware of the pain and damage you’ll eventually be forced to go through
Just like taking that spoon of hot food you know will burn indefinitely
Acceptance, a bit of hurt, then acceptance
Why?
Because you knew
But fully decided to go through with it
But when you’re unaware
When you’re caught up in yourself and fail to identify the temperature
Unjust, betrayal, close-to-tears
Why?
Because you didn’t know
And that hurts more, not knowing
Ha ha ha
Pain inflicted by your own familiar hands
I wonder, in this moment
Typing these insidious phrases in print
Am I convincing myself that I’m not to blame?
Placing it where it’s least hurtful
Or
Are they truly accomplices in my naivety
Are they to blame for my lack of comprehension
For consciously choosing not to give this adolescent
Information that could potentially live on as elderly advice
Or, am I being delusional?