They killed my innocence

People have always asked me why my envisage is so rude about life? 

They mention that they always have seen others and somewhere they find themselves too fantasizing about the future. They hold the belief that tomorrow their life would be like a bed of roses, all the petals will be in their hand & will get the privilege to live the life ever they wished for. 

And so, why I do not look forward in the same way . . why I always predict that only awful things are gonna happen. 

They always bombard such questions on me but I don’t mind them, because they only know the things which I always showed to them. My two hands, two legs, and a little visage that reflect so-called happiness. They never sank in my soul, they never knew me whole. So, their dictums do not bother me. 

Yet my heart screams on all this, realizing how others hope to have a beautiful life tomorrow, but I don’t. And it can not be ever because they killed my innocence. 

My parents killed my innocence . . I have grown up before the age 

I know you would be astonished to hear this but that’s what the varity is, and I wish I could change that. 

And may some of you would have started jabbering that how she is? She is accusing her own parents, because of whom today she is privileged to live on this earth. 

Well, I hail your opinions, but you should have known that parents too indulge in killing their children’s innocence. Yea they are idioms of love but “sometimes love hurts. Yet, no one acknowledges love as a baneful thing. 

People do not have any clue what happens between the four walls, and so some damages have never been highlighted to this world. 

But that happens, parents ruin their own child’s innocence by showing them the conflict that happens between them, not giving a thought about what they are doing could affect their children. 

All this underlies in a child’s mind that how partners abuse each other, how coming into a relationship or starting a family is not a blissful thing.

I have seen my parents fighting every day, saying the things they were not supposed to say. And to be honest, at that moment I used to feel like I’m an orphan. I know this is so morphing to say, but it was just the way. 

Parents are supposed to be the safest place a child can have, but what if they two start hitting each other. That’s the most ridiculous thing a child could ever see. They think it’s normal to fight at home, no home is untouched by this, and so they continuously do what they wish. 

A little soul who is supposed to cherish in love ” starts cherishing between hatred “; which not only affects emotional competence but even somewhere that’s all start shaping them as a person they’re not supposed to be. 

And yet, after knowing all these parents do not pay heed. They try to shut a child’s mouth by saying I’m feeding you, how much you know about the world, it’s the adult people matter you are not allowed to step in this. 

Somewhere, they teach their child to be quiet & one day this world compels to be. They push their child in the murk, and reverence of children also starts diminishing towards them. 

They stop believing that something fairy tale exists in this world, because their parents, even just for the sake of assurance never showed them at all. 

Innocent souls start believing that life is all about walking on thorns, there is no such beauty hidden behind this dusky world. And just the way my innocence too has been lost 

All my innocence faded somewhere. . I feel I’m in the murk but don’t know exactly where