My innocence has condemned me.
The life I want so sacred to me.
Knowledge has made them hate
despise
loath
what we have.
They do not see my child
my innocence.
With no understanding
they cannot comprehend.
So minds twist
in disgust
contort in misleading
misunderstanding.
My innocence
so vulnerable to the shadows
to the dark of night.
I feel hate and it disturbs me
it’s evil and it hurts me.
Aches, hangs and sags my mind.
Distorts me
and my face.
My innocence will always be
will always strangle my understanding
will keep me blind and numb
to their thoughts.
Their sinister ways.
To their all knowing insight they don’t have
for they do not believe.