Messed Up In The Head Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

An innocence to pretend it,
May have been a benefit to feel...
Entitled to deny or admit,
Acceptance or rejection.
But when truth and its reality,
Comes upon the scene...
Purposely re-arranging everything,
It is done to care less...
Who professes what to object.
With kept pretensions to address them.

Not a change made to make,
Unsolicited that comes to anyone...
Has yet to ask for preferences.
Or a choice to pick,
From an array of 'normalcies'.
Until one is chosen to live it.

That kind of innocence,
No one will find anywhere existing.
Those doors open to delusions have closed.
And minds whipped up into a frenzy,
Protesting against what has begun to happen...
Well,
Adapting to adjust...
To what God and Mother Nature decides to do,
Never before has awaited...
For approval or debate to make it done.
Like parents taking no nonsense.
Or feel a need to explain a thing!
Regardless who is innocent, guilty.
Or has been messed up in the head!