me

I miss being me, even though I was pretty weird. I miss not having anything to cry about, I miss being a water scout. I miss being me. I feel sad every now and then, And i do really miss turning 10 That's when it all began to shatter, maybe it doesn't even matter, but i miss being me. I miss my straight long brunette hair, I miss being able to call myself fair, I miss all of my childhood friends, I miss not knowing how to dance. I miss being me. Trying to forget the past, I shattered all i knew at last, I've had a broken hand before, I didn't think something would ever hurt more, but i was wrong, you've got me there, I have had to cut my hair, now my childhood's gone and far, I've got more that just one scar, and that why i realised, that someone has been authorised, to tell me that i will grow up. But they never did, and that's the problem, Because now i think that my childhood was stolen.