I Long for My Childhood Days
Acting strong all the time,
Hiding pain behind a fragile smile,
Hurts more than words can tell.
I want to live like my younger self—
The one who asked for help without hesitation,
Who cried freely, unashamed,
And laughed without fear of the unknown future.
The girl who ran to her dad,
Filling the air with complaints about her siblings,
Who had no plans for tomorrow
But still lived each day like it was her best.
The one who laughed at her bullies,
Unaware of the weight in their words,
Who spoke to strangers without a single worry,
And wore bruises on her knees,
Not on her heart.
The girl who didn't know what calories were,
Who never once heard the words stress or depression,
And was more afraid of cockroaches than people.
The girl who worried about her friend changing her desk,
Not about friends betraying her.
A time when the "worst day"
Was nothing more than unfinished homework.
Oh, how I wish to stay soft, not strong—
To live as tenderly as the petals of spring.
I long to return to those childhood days,
Where innocence wrapped me in its gentle embrace.