Contemplating the truth of things

Reviewing the lies my parents spun

Am I the who that they say I am

Or are their lies as yet not done

In the beginning was Santa Claus

A tale that beguiled the trusting child

Now I know the honest truth

Can my trust be reconciled?

The tooth fairy too was such a friend

Many a coin on my pillow found

A toothless grin that oozed belief

Happy days when I was spellbound

My downfall was a chocolate dream

The Easter bunny my best friend ever

But I know now it didn't exist

Another lie from the truth I would sever

So can I really be the me that I am

I believed everything my parents said

Am I the whom I was born to be

Or are there secrets more I will dread?