Wanting to be a Child

The innocence of childhood

Pain, understanding, and loss of losing it

Once a siren meant, "fire truck mommy!"

Now I pray for everyone I love 

Once everyone was friends

Now "it's complicated"

Once I could sing and dance freely

Now I have a "reputation" to uphold

Once I drew with crayons, embracing mistakes

Now I draw in pencil, afraid of screwing up

Once both my life and world were perfect

Now I'm struggling to stay alive

Once I was a child , wanting to grow up

Now I'm grown up, wanting to be a child