I wish there was a way to tell if people are nice.
Are they filled with hate?
Or sugar and spice?
There is no way to tell,
So we will never know.
Some relationships bloom,
While others melt like snow.

I wish life was simple,
the way it used to be.
Back when I was younger.
2, maybe 3.
I would tie a towel around my neck and yell,
"Look Mommy! I can fly!"
Not knowing if I jumped off a building,
I would fall to my death and die.
When I was young,
everyone was nice,
you know, the way they should be,
but now it feels as if everyone is out to get me.
When I could be silly and dance,
and not get ashamed,
when I used to play Candy Land.
My, what a ridiculous game.
When Go Fish was my favorite thing to play,
I never became weary of it,
and could play it all day.
I would put on something,
no matter what it was,
even when it was worn and covered in fuzz.
My hair in a pony tail,
or in my face.
Heck I didn't care if it was all over the place.
Putting my arms in my shirt and saying
"Look! They're gone!!"
But if I were to do that now,
people would think it's wrong.
Growing up stinks,
that's all there is to it,
but whether we want to or not,
we all have to do it.