Have you ever thought about the psychology behind feeding a baby for the first time?
You fly the spoon like an airplane
To distract them.
So they forget it's something they don't want
By the time it crashes into their face.
That's how you fed your lies to me
Careful to blow on the spoon,
So I wouldn't notice the burn.
Enthusiastic with your delivery
You have to be some sort of sociopath,
Because even your eyes believe your stories.
Spinning me round in circles
Kept my head in the clouds
Until down was up and right was left and everything you said was true.
And just like all the babies
At first I made a face
Spat it out
But eventually I ate your shit
Knowing I didn't like it
Knowing it was coming straight out of your ass.
I began not to mind the taste?
Forgot what bothered me about it in the first place.
God forbid I even liked it.
And now I sit here
Tracing back every innate thing about me
Running my hands over my body
Finding my answer on my side
In the first tattoo I ever got
“For You Are A Product Of Your Past
Not A Prisoner”