the colors of my childhood
blind me
the pastel balloons and candy coated words
often fly before my eyes.
all of the scraped knees
and soar throats
are nothing compared to the pain I feel now.
reality has reared it's ugly head
you can turn on the news to figure that out.
I just never knew that reality could be so scary
I'm longing for the pastel colors of my childhood

age = 13-16