I used to come home everyday

Never wanting to stay

Always being in the way

Constantly causing a dismay

This feeling lingered for a while

Always wanting to hide in the crowd

Never confronting all my fears

Crying way too many tears

It’s as if we grow the other way around

Starting with our heads way up in the clouds

As the times passes we see more down

We understand more than fantasies abound

They live their life trying so hard

To hide back into the clouds

Forgetting all these terrible things

Pretending all is good and proud

I’d say I’m more like Harry Styles

I want to always be honest and smile

Not a Matilda hiding away

Pretending all is a-okay

An awakening is what they need

Not always needing to fake and bleed

Hopefully this time will be better

This brand new year of 2023