Allusion Poem Draft

It's hard to be true-blue,

When lying seems so you

Flowing like a waterfall,

Pushing through it all

Physically growing with each one,

Concealing from none

Out in open sight,

Not quite looking right

A lie keeps growing,

Until it stops flowing

It seems like the best,

Until you grow a nest

Knowing the difference between right and wrong,

So it doesn't grow so long

Exploring the open world,

While everything is whirled

But your conscience is there,

To help keep everything bare

Assisting you down the right track,

Covering your back

Fixing all that's been lost,

And paying the cost

Helped by society,

To ease the anxiety

It's difficult,

But its critical

Blessed by the woman in the blue dress,

To grant a wish and stop this mess

With a wave of a wand,

Things shrunk back to being fond

Lessons were learned,

Times were turned

Wishes were granted,

Pleads were chanted

Smiles were shown,

People grown

Lies were dammed,

Truths were crammed

All to make a better boy,

One that was more than a toy