What They Omit

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?