This is All New to Me, Im like Alice in WonderlandA Poem by ShittyBakaFaceEveryone used to get along. Guys were adorable and sweet and sober, Girls were nice, didnt steal adorable guys, and were virgins. We ate candy and had a bedtime. We were oblivious to the hate and horrible things around us, everything was perfect in the minds of our 5 year old heads. We watched saturday morning cartoons, and went and played with our friends. We hugged at school and got decent grades.
Then highschool happened. Everyone hates each other. Guys are cute, but a******s that are inconsiderate of the feelings of the girls they are fooling around with, Girls are b*****s who are home-wreckers and have lost their innocents. Now we do drugs, and never sleep. We are appart of the hate and horrible things that go on in the world, everything that we consider perfect in our heads is how we wanna be free from parents so they cant stop us from getting high or having sex. We sleep the day away by one night stands whos name we cant remember, and we sneak out to do stupid s**t with friends that involve police. We fight at school and cheat. I dont like the place we're in. I want to go back to the fun innocent things that could entertain us for hours without hurting the ones we love. I miss the times when we were all trusted, when our parents looked at us proudly and gloated about us. Now their gazes are accusing and disgusted. They dont gloat anymore because they dont want to bring us up then have to be told about something we did by other parents just to be told that they are bad parents. what happened to the happy days when you could kiss a boy and not be heartbroken? why does it have to get even more painful as we grow up? I miss playing house and pretending that im married but now that im older i cant do any of that. all i have to look forward to is worrying about how im going to even get a house, worry about if my boyfriend got me pregnant or if hes cheating, or if ill always be alone. i miss my relatives being there to comfort me.. but now that im older... theyve all gone away as we grow older, we just get closer to going back to sleep in a small dark place. so why dont we act like we are 5 again? just so when we die, we can say that life was good. and nothing bad happened! why do we enjoy the pain and sorrow? why cant we go back to just being happy? Why does it all feel so strange to me? This place isnt home. Im somewhere strange and horrible, like Alice in Wonderland
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