How I Miss Childhood

Childhood is great, everything seems successful, 

All to praise, nothing stressful.

No pressure, no doubt, 

All friends are with you around. 

Then comes adolescence, 

Time when no one seems to want your presence.

All the nonexistent responsibilities arrive, 

And all of a sudden you uncontrollably start to spiral. 

Pressure, chores, and bonds, 

In adolescence, it all seems to go beyond; 

Beyond boundaries that were already set, 

With those who you've already met. 

Friendships start to change, 

And for some reason, they all feel strange. 

Insecurities come along, 

The ones you've never had, 

But something feels wrong, 

Now that not playing with toys isn't another reason to be mad.

Why? Is the question I ask

Why do I need to fulfill this hard task?

The task of growing up, 

The task of leaving back, 

Leaving back my old setup, 

Getting ready for a new environment that is impossible to hack. 

I want to go back to playing with dolls, 

And with two innocent eyes, 

Face the TV watching shows as I should, 

How I miss my childhood.