Haven't resorted to writing poetry in a long time, but I didn't know how else to get this out.

[molli]

When did life become a movie
With drama and tragedy
Can't go back
And just see things
Simple and good
Through the eyes of a child

I long for white picket fences
Sunday dinners
and playing ball in the yard
Instead, I get
Drug addictions
Mental disorders
And deception everywhere

Maybe I'm just a girl
Born too late
Or maybe this is just
Becoming an adult
Either way, I can't go back
And just see things
Simple and good
Through the eyes of a child