Trick or Treat?

A gift.

A better seat.

Feels like a trick not a treat.

From where comes this shift?

You never spend more. 

In where lies your plan.

Extra to you is a chore. 

This behavior I cannot stand. 

It makes my skin itch 

If I tell, am I a snitch? 

Years of fear and guilt. 

Walls around my heart I built. 

Can I trust this new path,

Or will I face your dormant wrath?

A loud voice, a heavy hand-

The things I learned to understand.

But kindness? Generosity?

To my heart, an atrocity.

I will never not be grateful 

Forgive my instinct its thoughts are hateful 

Six year old me does not know why 

For a twenty-one year old me this too does apply.