When I was a kid I cried because I was afraid of the dark.
I cried when my parents wouldn’t let me go to a friends house.
I cried when I tripped and scraped my knee or a family pet passes away.
Now when I cry its when I fight with family or friends,
Its because my grades aren’t good enough,
When I feel I’ve failed myself,
Over regrets and things lost,
from jealousy and betrayal.
When I was a kid everything was so much simpler,
and the things I cried over then seem meaningless,
but perhaps the things I cry over now are just as meaningless,
and are the things getting in the way of just living life.