6 Little Words

Hindsight, my friend, what do you see As you gaze upon me? Do we see the same? Lies, deceit, betrayal, theft, promises ripped Self-inflicted hate deeply bred Raised to hate my name Life leaped in, stirred the pot Taught lessons I never yearned See where I turned bitter? Love found a way to add the salt to the wounds They walk around with my heart Shunned – runt of the litter. Aware to my senses, finding fault in all Ridicule and scorn my card Banish them all if I could Little eyes see all, yet still sees good all around I awoke to these six words Daddy, can’t you find any good?