Over Glorified

I miss the days when I was naive
I could believe in what I saw and not worry about failing
Every effort seems frail now
Search for my life’s meaning seems futile
The reoccurrence of pain is the only thing I can control
All I can say is, that being an adult is over-glorified

I cannot make mistakes anymore
And no one is a friend anymore
They are running the rat race
To see who gets the high score

People are blinded by a little flattery
They cause harm to those who refuse to sing their songs
Everyone wants to take power over someone
Nothing is normal, nothing is right
Truth is severed during a dignified fight

I wish to go back in the past and rewrite my story
Where I am misused less, and I feel less sorry
Numbness to hurt is what I am surrounded with
Undo my adulthood, or I will remain a joke smith