Genuine smiles no longer come easy.
I've been robbed of my light.
Something must be wrong with me.
The lines have blurred of what's right.

Things that once would have brought joy, I now look at with disdain.
This pessimistic heart of mine has grown more through the pain.

My parents aren't my heroes that come and save the day.
I've come to long for times when I can get away.

I just want to go home, though I don't know where that is.
The childlike perspective on life is what I really miss.