c-:

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.