The first of everything

Your first steps,
gave your parents joy.
But, your first tears,
you were seen less of a boy.

They told you to “grow up,”
making them your biggest fears.
“Quiet”’ they say now to your words,
Those first words, were music to their ears.

Your first bike ride,
was your first fall.
It must’ve hurt then.
Now you know, that wasn’t all.

Failure crawled over your skin.
You tried your best.
But then they told you,
You would never beat the rest.

Now you have lived through,
horrible stories of a traumatic past.
It left your mind with a numbing feeling,
what was temporary then, will now last.