Naive to Wise

I used to be called naive

and now that I can see, I don’t blink twice

Now I stand tall with my head high

What used to break me no longer bends me,

I am strong as the roots of 100 yr old tree

So don’t confuse my silence for weakness

For silence can become fiercely dangerous

When perceived in the wrong type of way

For time has made me wise and stronger

So don’t ever say you know me in such a way

The old naive and selfless me is fading away

Too many broken trusts of familiar faces

Followed by broken promises with the repetitive faces

Has led me to part ways into my own destination