When You Were Young

    I once would of said that life was simple. Easy. Possibly even boring. When you're a kid, you think that way. Everything is simple, never complex. Nothing really confuses you.
    Now everything has changed. Not for the better, for the worse. Suddenly you start noticing things. Everything is different and so much more confusing. You look at yourself in the mirror and you realize the only thing you know is that you know nothing. You're completely clueless about the world but suddenly it's upon you, and you never even saw it coming. Your childhood is over. Nothing is simple.
    What are you supposed to do then? Your only choice is death or to move on, and even though you're not a child anymore, you're still too young to die. So you move on with your life. But you have no idea how. So you wobble, and you hesitate with every step. Sometimes you make some stupid choices. Sometimes you make them a little more often than you would like. But you keep going. And the world keeps pushing you on.
    People tell you you're not good enough. They tell you you're not pretty enough, or handsome enough. You think back on your younger days, when you sat in that little classroom, and you despise your younger self. The younger self that complained about school, and just wanted to be grown up. The younger self that wasted time doing nothing. The younger self that never embraced childhood. The younger self who just wanted to be like her older brothers and sisters. Why couldn't she just understand how much she was missing?

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Note:
This is just a short piece that I wrote in one of my foul moods. I cannot say that it's my best work, but there was a desperate need to relieve some frustration. I hope you enjoyed it.