You had your life figured out,
Just barely 12.
Are white lies
Still white
When they lead to
Darkness?
And thats exactly where you went.
Tossed into the darkness,
Thrown roughly by cold hands.
At first,
You tried to box up the little things.
Fold them neatly into squares,
Push them aside.
But soon,
Too many squared troubles.
The squares led to boxes, boxes to crates.
Finally so many that you
Shoved them into the dark,
Slamming the door and leaning tight against it
To prevent the monsters inside from escaping.
And the piles and piles of unsolved misfourtune
With that tiny silver earing and
A little white lie
Turned to darkness,
And you were thrown in with your piles,
Left to rot alone
Nobody to hear your cries now.