The Wolves

I was naive,
but I liked it that way.
I claimed my naivete as an attribute,
but it drove you away.
You tried to show me
something you saw so crystal clear
in my life--
it was a truth to you,
but to me it was a fear.
I couldn't face
the wolf's jaws
that I hoped were an illusion.
You said I was in delusion,
but I refuse to be hurt by your words.
You wanted me to doubt everyone,
even my nature, which is to see the good in all.
But don't worry.
Your words already took effect,
maybe like venom,
maybe like an antibody.
I look at other people now,
and see the bad in them,
and how they can destroy me
or how I can destroy them.
But that's not how I want to be
yet.
I don't know.
You hate that I never know,
which tells me
it was never meant to be.