Waterfalls

Me then, and me now.

 Looking at my old pictures,

Looking at that beautiful smile plastered on my face,

then i knew instantly i was a trusting and happy kid.

i used to see the beauty in everything, smiled a lot while sniffing the roses.

I was happy, well, until my tweens.

I saw things, things that made no sense at first until i looked it up.

I saw needles on floors, homeless people sleeping on benches in 30 degree weather,

I've seen some, but others heard. I used to think no such things existed until recently.

i trusted everything i laid eyes on, i dreamed of how the world was made out of lilies and waterfalls.

Now i'm just angry, angry of how real the world is now and not how it's in my dreams.

I'm angry, I don't trust anything or anyone, but most of all

I'm afraid of waterfalls.