Our parents warned us of evil
assured us we were good
watched us dream about the demons we would one day slay
then set us loose upon a world they see as night and day
with no gray between
Confident we shared their black and white vision
But in a tragic twist
we grew to be the real monsters
content with thin lines
intent on nailing jelly to walls
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I love this poem. I got a visual while reading it. I love poems that do that.
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