I wish I was a kid again.
I never cared about what people thought of me
Mostly because I didn’t understand what they were speaking of
The only thing I had to worry about were the monsters under my bed
And being a happy little kid
I miss when I didn’t notice that people were different “races”
I wish no one ever told me that my “friends” were being racist towards me
because I wasn’t the same color as them
I miss swinging on swings all day and meeting new friends
I like how I would always play with lady bugs and name them
I never had imaginary friends
but my imagination was my only friend
I always would climb my cherry tree
thinking of how I would build a tree house in a rainforest, and I’d live in it
With my cat, and I’d have my game cube so I could play animal crossing
Then I’d have a small balcony with a zip line so I could go to other trees
So I could eat all the fruit I want
And make friends with the tarantulas and the toucans.
Then at night I can lay on top of the tree house and watch the stars
Since there would be no bright lights and smog, I could see shooting stars
and galaxies that would be so bright and nice, it would be the beautiful thing that puts me to sleep at night
I miss how I can say anything that was in my brain (even if it would sometimes get me in trouble)
And nothing was ever awkward
Now everything’s awkward
Why does everything have to be awkward.
Now I hate talking to people I don’t know.
I’m afraid they’ll think I’m a freak
When I talk to boys my knees get really weak
I can’t speak.
I hate having to grow up, and getting all these “responsibilities”
I never want to grow up.