I Wish It Would've Gone Slower

As a child I wanted to grow up fast,
now as an adult I wish it would've gone slower.

lets go back

To when creativity flowed like rivers through my veins. To when I could be pleased with who I was every morning. To when my biggest decision was who I was going to play with that day. To when the most hurt I would ever feel was a scraped knee. To when I could say anything and still be considered innocent.

As an adult I wake up and can hardly stand myself, but I try to. Now I hardly have friends who would want to "hang out". Now everyday I push through my emotions, good or bad, and give a smile. Because if I don't people will think somethings wrong, and they'll want to talk about it. Now I can barely say what I feel without being criticized and labeled as ignorant, selfish, stupid, ungrateful, annoying, weird. 

Funny thing labels,

last time I checked they were for clothes. Not people. 

but now here I am

Wishing I could go back to nap time, because now I hardly get any sleep. To scraping knees, because now that seems a lot easier to deal with. To broken crayons,

Because now that's all I am.