Only of Youth

It wasn't about what happened
It wasn't about the pain
Or the way my life was associated with nothing.
It was about that night, in the rain,
When I trusted just one person
To make things okay.

To my dismay, it was all the same.
He was the same
As my father,
as my mother,
As my life in any other
Ordinance, he chose
To treat me how they did
And to conform to shame
To shame me and my name,
I never believed he would
I never believed he was exactly the same.

But that's what you get, when you trust one individual
Whom gives you no reason
To draw such concern
To believe he was one of treason
One of lies
One of disdain,
to break me,
it breaks my heart to believe.

But it's simple truth.
When you're only of youth.