Missing Innocent

Watching the days go by not noticing a thing Molded to be like the others All the conformed children Built with money and hate Constructed with society Now I’m one of them I’m a sinner Can you blame this fem-bot I have stopped observing I’ve stopped caring I don’t like to smell roses But I should I will be gone To long And all will change Now I’ve left my home In hopes of only one return But nothing will be familiar The world has grown People have wither Friends have died Will I mind then I hope not Cause I cry ever day in my heart knowing I will It will mutate my soul to no reconstruction I’ve felt the wait of the Nothing And this Nothing is killing the real me But in doing so I have seen things that I wouldn’t have normally paid any respect Such as the tree I help my parents plant as a child It is all grown up Wanting to reach for the sky And All I want to do is shrink back into my mothers loving arms I don’t want this life anymore I miss my innocent I miss my childI'm going to cry now. I don't understant how a tree can have such an impact on my imotions. I miss knowing, or at leasting having mum tell me every thing will be ok. I need to feel alive again. I want that so much. Roury Written April 19th, 2002 © on Apr 19 2002 09:29 AM PST   18 • 0 • 10