Once upon a Writing

In the past I remember how things were so simple when I was little face as innocent as an angel Looking back I remember how sweet I was as a child When I think again my heart told me I was wild. In time my simple choices were revealed as true as anyone the reason I am the way I am today, I did things, to get done finishing lots of my undone ideas. I never thought I would learn heart aches and pain, with such understatement I did things for no gain. I was a child who held true to what she learned but as I got older those kind of perspectives would get me burned. When I made up my mind that people was not so kind, I led myself in a confusion that I was blind. I believe in the saying "seeing is believeing", so i was the one who stood there with friends leaving. Alone, I felt I did not belong. I got older to see how the world works it stung me like a bee. The feeling of tingling ran through my veins My view of the world and people who knew me was stained. Life I know is just a joke because of who I hung out with Today as I look at the world in my own view I'd rather stay astray. I'd rather not follow everyone and just walk away.