I miss being child,
Where I can lie down at my Dad’s arms,
Where I complain to my Mom,
When I thought human are the same, they’re all good in any ways..
When all I thought that a single sorry could erase the whole mistakes,
Yet a truly apology doesn’t solve sometimes,
I miss being child when I could say everything to my Dad and he said that everything’s gonna be alright,
I miss being child when people are nice to me,
I miss being child when nobody’s gonna wrong your genuine words,
I miss being child when I couldn’t think others bad side,
I miss being child, the only time where I allowed to cry over my toys when someone stole it from me,
I miss being child when I felt safe no matter what,
I miss being child when I can freely share my story to my friends, where
they’re really care, yet I barely can’t see who’s right now..
I miss being child, I felt so warm, secure..
And for the unusual not-logical reason,
I feel very, deeply, really insecure..