My hopes are very simple,
A dream rolled into one.
Yet fears are more the reality,
My dread of what's to come.
As a toddler I was oblivious,
Innocence clouded the mind,
Little habits carried by you,
Meant more than I could find.
Childhood was confusion,
I learnt from what I saw,
The things I had over looked
Were noticed more and more.
As I grew older I took notice,
The obvious becoming plain,
My despair became apparent,
And turned into hidden shame.
