I miss being a little girl
Unaware of y surroundings
The hardships of life limited
To a scraped knee and broken crayons

Forever wishing to be
"grown up"
Not realizing that growth meant
CHANGE

Scraped knees amd broken crayons
Escalate to
Scarred wrists and broken hearts
Being hurt is so common it's now
A part of life

We see ourselves
In our
Children, siblings, and cousins
wishing we could go back
and herish every moment of
Carefree endless
Energy
When the only decision
you had to make
was what you wanted for dinner
When you worried
About nothing except missing
Cartoons on a saturday morning
When the worst pain
Was ripping off a bandaid

All at once no beating around the bush
"You're ugly"
Equivalent or more
To the relentless affliction
Of the tearin of the bandaid
Off of your convinced opinion
That every thing heals

As we get older
the insults progress
Confidence deteriorates
Becomes nearly
Non existent
innocence is shattered
With
Why me
And I can't take this anymore

Surrounded by people
Yet never feeling more alone
the fear of judgement
dominates the domain of our
Personalities

Hiding who we really are
Desperately clinging
To something we all
tried to rush out of
Dreading having to face
the merciless truth
In reality
Regardless of regrets
Or memories
Theres no going back
We are grown up.