Nice Try

  Dear Mentor,   

      I am not so young anymore.  I am mature enough to decipher what you wanted me to do.  I can decide well now.  My eyes are open, no longer blurred by what I felt before – what you wanted me to feel.

     Gone are the days when a single act of kindness was interpreted to mean as something by me.  Now I know.  Things are not what they seem.  Things are not what I really hear.  If I should be sorry, I should be sorry for myself, for hurting it so badly…for feeding it with your lies, your feigned affections, and your false smiles.

     Now, I cannot be wrong.  I must not be deceived by what you brought from yesterday.  I should not be fooled now, or else, i shall be fooled forever.  It was a nice try, though.  Try it again later, I might give in.