How did you grow up?

I looked at you and what was understandable
To one of such precious age,
And built my Flinstone home of green pillows,
I had re-utilized from the sofa
and no one had a place to sit.

Obviously no one had told me of a wolf,
You always think your safe inside
But they were multiple and they don't knock
Although they aren't forthright
They know how to tear my walls down.

I should admit, I have been a wolf
A big bad one spitting lies
And I have been avoiding the door and digging in
after all that I can find
Attacking to avoid the hits
and dodging something I had thought to deny.

Here it is the hand me down toys
The wiggly toes on the neutral carpet
No wonder I like to be broken
Only so I can pick every detail
But I accepted them and made my own friends

There is love and peace in me
And the cunning tongue of that human in disguise
Had no bad effect, I had a wall of softness
they could never fathom
And a mind better than any nuclear bomb or claws
of tough love

How did I grow up?

Smiling at the popcorn ceiling