Dont you wish you could go back

I wish life was back to
when cooties were
our only problem.

When you and
yours friends played in
the sand box all day.

When you could walk
outside wearing clashing
clothes and you wouldn't care.

When you and your friends
would play house and
one person being the mom,
the other the daughter.

When you would walk
around with a plastic
cell phone thinking
you were all that..

When you and
your friends would
play with Barbie dolls
and play dress up.

But now life is
completely different.
Life is complicated.

Walking outside wearing
a matching outfit and
still worrying about what
other people thought.

Now you have a real
cell phone and talk
on the phone for hours.

Running up the phone bill
and your parents get pissed
and grounds you.

You go into your room,
your mom screaming at you,
in the back round.
You block her out with
thoughts of depression.

You pull out the knife.
Trembling, while you move
it closer to your wrist.

Looking into the mirror
you see your eyes,
trembling in fear.

You can't do it.
You lower your knife,
into the drawer.
While you still trembling.

You look back into the mirror
you see yourself wishing
life would go back to the
way it used to be.