I Used to Believe

I used to believe that I couldn't walk without a guiding hand.
I used to believe that Dad knew everything.
I used to believe that a Band-aid healed all wounds.
I used to believe that the worst thing in life was waking up for school.
I used to believe that my friends would never change.
I used to believe that moving across an ocean would end my life.
I used to believe that guys would never like me.
I used to believe that I'd always be taller than everyone.
I used to believe that guys and girls couldn't be best friends.

I used to believe that marriage was always happy.
I used to believe that all kids really did love and listen to their parents.
I used to believe that no one would succumb to peer pressure.
I used to believe that everyone cared about their body and health and genuine happiness.
I used to believe that people cared when others tried to help.
I used to believe that things could be blamed on "phases."
I used to believe that people would constantly question what they're told to attain the truth.
I used to believe that people would confront their problems.
I used to believe that everyone was building to correct themselves.
I used to believe that no one lived in the delusion that tomorrow would just simply be better.
I used to believe that racism would die out.
I used to believe that knowledge today would actually be used to benefit oneself.
I used to believe that living without judgment is easy.

I am naive, not because of what I lack the knowledge of, but because of what I think I have insight in.