I walk into the world with love limb first,
Unaware of the fact that what’s waiting ahead is worst.
I try protecting people,
Not knowing I am the one who’s unsafe.
You misbehave when your anger overtakes,
And I blame myself for your mistakes.
You stab me with a sharp knife,
Then say my wounds aren’t greater than yours,
So I shouldn’t cry.
I burn to death in the fires you start,
Getting third degree burns still manage to forgive you with my whole heart.
Yet you complain you needed me,
Furthermore, that I was selfish for not being there at that time.
Ignoring that I haven’t fully recovered the damage you made,
I head up to your aid.
Begging your pardon for being late,
Forgetting that I am badly bleeding and you are not so affectionate.
You haunt me,
With your merciless taunts.
You play with my mind,
You know how to make a kind heart feel terrible for mistakes they haven’t made.
That’s the thing about us innocent ones,
We get hurt yet apologize to others for wrongs they’d done to us.
It’s easy for you to make us feel like criminals,
Because we are too innocent to understand we were the ones shot by your guns.
But I do unto others as I‘d have them do to me,
Hence, you’ll never find me crossing someone’s boundaries.
As a return gift of caring about others, I get huge pains,
To heal then I isolate myself & step back into the world with my spirits high again.
Assuming that maybe things will change this time,
Oh! No no no, my child,
It’s a clever world that will make you suffer in its regime.
In a world like this.
Change yourself, my dear,
There’s no place for your innocence here.