Looking back at photographs of youself when you are a kid...
The untroubled look, that carefree smile...
Looking at yourself in the mirror...
Where's the trouble free me I once was?
Why is it that we tend to loose ourselves as we grow?
More responsibilities to take care of?
There are a lot of priviledges being a kid...
And growing up is not fun at all.
If given a choice I will definitely choose to relive my childhood
for I long for the days, the happy moments that happened.
Life as a kid is so much more fun that I'm beggining to hate life now.
Who am I?
Am I still the one I thought to be?
Can I be the one I want to be?