Never knew childhood was the only fun,
as an adult the only dream is just to run.
The kid was cherished, loved, full of pride,
now hated for small things they tried.
It was always games, laughter, moments so light,
never knew they’d turn to duties, failures, taunts that bite.
That innocence once pure and free,
is now dismissed as naivety.
Mistakes were never counted back then,
now even a slight inconvenience is never forgiven.
The kid once scared of getting hurt,
now craves to be nonexistent.