I miss...

Flipping through the pages of my album photos  That smiling kid, me  is now only a figure that I used to know.  Don’t get me wrong,  My face still wear that smile I just feel that it, I  isn’t that bright anymore.  Critics has gotten to my brain  as my childish quirks left it  I miss childhood  I miss the little girl I was  the one who  didn’t question what others said  the one who was scared of dreams ghosts  the one who used to obligated her plush to sit correctly  I miss the first version of myself.  I miss me