Losing the young
look at the change
colourful clothes turned to greys and blacks
colouring in became typing up emails
look at the change
different flavoured lip balms turned to everyday makeup
birthday parties turned to normal days
look at the change
family game board nights became lonely screen time
waiting all year for summer break
but now that doesn’t exist
never used to care
now I’m a perfectionist
I wish I could go back
to the days without the worry and the fear
the days where I just lived
the days where nobody cared how I looked or acted or felt
the days where I had time
time to just enjoy life
but it’s all gone now
and I’m never getting it back
I’ve lost it all
I’ve lost my childhood
and I’m losing my youth
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