Coming-of-Age.

Self-appointed stripper of your illusions,
I despise myself, not for what I said,
But for forcing you into an ugly world
Devoid of justice and other ideals so noble.
I cannot bear the pain in your eyes,
The shock of recognition
That there is truth in what you hear.
Your world is shaken, you lose balance,
Anger, denial, confusion, disbelief,
Fight for supremacy in your eyes,
And I despise myself, not for what I said,
But for taking away your utopian dreams.