Why? Poem by Oustine Hao

Someone tell me why
People of my past
Hurt me so I'd cry
Really want to know

I loved all of thems
Despite what they did
Hate brighter then gems
I did not see it

The ocean waves hid
Their bright evil gleams
All from my eyesight
At least what it seems

Wishing I realized
Sooner they meant harm
Never ran from them
It was their fake charm

Thought I would be safe
If I stayed nearby
I was blind enough
To not see their lie

But I was only
Very small back then
My troubles began
It would all stop, when?

Later, I met you
My life flipped once more
This time right side up
You opened the door

Was you all along
That would set me free
The present was wrapped
Very carefully