Half Truth

My parents gave me answers that arced and formed a dome. Outside seemed beyond my grasp, inside I would roam. So even while I freely played -in some ways I was wild, my parents watered down the facts to facts you’d tell a child. A rebel would-be lawyer, I’d try to build a case against the facts they fed me, to keep me in my place. I screamed, I cried, I argued hard to prove that I was right. My parents shook their heads in vain, til I would sleep at night.