You used to be so innocent

Never questioning why your brother was gone for weeks
Why mom and dad weren't talking
Why your teachers always gave you such sad looks

You miss the days when your biggest problem was getting the wrong ice cream
Not making it seem as if nothing is wrong
Putting up a false front
Trying to please others

You miss the days when your parents made friends for you
Not how you walk through the halls alone
Keeping your head down
Hoping not to see the looks you know you’re receiving

Nights spent alone
Crying
Having no one to turn to

You miss the days when everything seemed so perfect
When you didn't shake in terror at the mere thought of school
Having to deal with everyone
Acting as if you’re okay

You miss the days when you were innocent