Backstabbing and Mudslinging
You were born, both innocent and naive,
void of memories, your mind was a blank.
And your parents taught you what to believe:
for all that you are, you have them to thank.
The fabric of time, you cannot unweave:
nor spit out poisons you already drank.
You are the product of your upbringing:
exposed to backstabbing and mudslinging.
Yet you can choose what dreams you will pursue,
and leave the bitter scripts of youth behind.
Discarding old beliefs to start anew,
you heal the broken corners of your mind.
Reclaiming what is excellent and true,
you leave the shadowed paths that kept you blind.
A straighter road is waiting to commence,
far from childhood and quiet innocence.
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