Could I have held on?

Maybe I just miss her?

The girl I used to be; the brave tree climber with callused hands and grassy feet.

I smile, but not the way I used to with teeth and sparkling eyes.

Her energy has been drained from me and kept in a vile.

If only I could shatter the glass and take back what is rightfully mine.

Try as I might it’s no use, society took hold of me and I have no excuse.

The sky seemed so blue back then, and the trees were tall and strong.

I was blind to the hurt and the pain.

I often ask myself, could you have held on, stayed the same for longer, or not have changed at all?

I’m mourning her disappearance, the life I once led.

The girl I once was.

The joyous song in my head.