Poems. My storys into words.

The kid in me gone.

A kid with no worries in the world.
A play ground filled with our 5 year old selves.
Happy smiles
Not caring about the future.
Not caring whether we fit in or not.
We were free.
Years later.
We no longer have bright faces, just dull smiles.
Bags under our eyes, stress upon stress.
No longer children because we were told to grow up.
Because in 8th grade we're forced to decide what we are going to do for the rest of our life.
Because we are drowned in books and papers.
A whirl of wondering who our real friends are, self esteem issues that come with being a teen
That feeling of being down for no reason.
And it's only getting worse.
And we look in the mirror.
And see a stranger.
Staring at the funeral of who we once were.