Born into lies and raised in confusion,
Unaware of how life is supposed to start.
Tossed into a world where new life is unexpectedly complicated
But it is expected that she grow up not knowing why.

Thinking your mom is the one person who has always been reliable
And only to learn, the ones held closest, have the power to unwind the world around you.
The full spool of your life is being pulled and you can’t help but to spin.
Your existence sloshes, as the giant waves peak and shatter into smaller droplets and you are what is left behind.
Left alone and covered in filthy debris that is inevitable and not your fault.
You are evidence.
The one reminder that everyone wishes would just disappear.

The child of a lie.
This is the only truth you now have.
Thrown into the stream of doubt and untrusting
The stone in the pile of what seemed to be full of gems.
Sifting through the suspicions that have been gathering since before you could remember.
The tides rose to meet the shore but you never quite reach the sand.
Sunken down among the mud while the rest gets sifted, cleaned, and claimed.

I am left with the filth that you have created for me and am unable to skim through the pages and pages of lies in which I have been living in.