transparent people

young

when you're young, you're happy.
there are no problems, the world seems so small
you feel as if the world is yours and you could do anything
but as you grow up, you start to realize that the world isn't as it seemed.
there are no super heroes to save you,
there aren't magical lands that you can travel to when you're sad
and you can't handle your own home.
you start to realize that the world is full of monsters
but not the kind with two heads and green fur,
they're the kind with words like knives
and eyes like the ocean.
they'll make you believe things are okay in the world,
maybe things weren't as bad as you had thought.
but darling, if you know what's good for you,
run away as fast as you can.