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I remember being young

And naive

Until my porcelain dreams

Were shattered

In the process of

Growing up.



I used to think that

Everyone had

My best interests

At heart.

But now, I’ve realized

I can't trust anyone

Completely

Because everyone has

Their own hidden agendas.



I used to think

I could have anything I wanted

If I cried long enough

And begged hard enough.

But now, no one

Is here to grant my requests

When I drown in tears

Or even as I

Bury my knees in the ground.



I used to think

That whenever I got hurt

There would always be

Someone there

To help me off the ground

And kiss my bruises better

But now, when I fall

I have to pick myself up

Without any help.



I think I would give anything

To have that

Simplistic mindset again

Where pain was

A foreign concept

And smiles were so familiar.