Hope Killer

 

I once opened many presents, everything I wanted.

I helped bake warm, chocolate-chip cookies,

and made sure that the milk was extra cold.

I couldn't wait for Christmas to come.

I couldn't wait for Santa and his reindeer to come.

 

Now that I found out the truth,

that there was no Santa, only my parents.

My hopes vanished.

I began to think that everything was a fake:

the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy, and Santa Claus.

All fakes, none of them real.

Just myths my parents told me.

 

I hate time.

I hate getting older.

You receive more and more responsibilities.

Time kills all hope,

leaving you weeping and mourning forever.