I wish I was a little child,
life was good, life was kind.
Everything was easy, I want that back.
Life was colorful, now it's white and black.
I said what I want and how I feel.
Now I wonder what's in my head and what's real.
I was excited to grow old.
Now I sit here, alone and cold.
I thought about wishes and dreams.
Now I think about other Teens.
I talked to my parents easily.
Now I wish I could talk peacefully.
It was easy to talk about my feelings.
Now I'm crying alone, staring at the ceilings.
Why does it have to be so hard?
I just want to go back to the start.
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PoesíaManchmal gibt es Zeiten, ganz weit weg vom reiten, in den ich gerne Reime, auch wenn sie nicht unbedingt besser sind als deine, vielleicht gefallen sie dir ja auch, manchmal ich auch nur Ablenkung brauch. Vielleicht reist du ja gerne mit mir, aber...
