I wish you had shoved me in a box Threw away the lock What was I exposed too? Too much Do I even understand? Probably not At least I try I miss the smell of crayola And the taste of welches grape jelly I wish ou had shoved me in a box Threw away the lock Hopefully you'll read my poetry one day My unscripted thoughts Maybe you'll appreciate my adoration For you two my birthers In most stories we live happily ever after When I was younger never a stress I thought that was true But the realness of this planet has made me more aware of how wrong I was I wish you had shoved me in a box Threw away the lock.
A little recollection of youth and the realism of realizing growth. As well as finding that everything isn't pretty and happy. So much ugly.