A Barbed Wire Fence

These pages are white

Waiting to be filled

But my thoughts stand captive

My heart is still

I wait for a feeling

But instead I cry

I feel so melancholy

And I don't know why

I think of innocence

How it never lasts

Of childhood memories

So far in the past

I hate the world

The pain it brings

I want to be young again

I want it always spring

I hate confusion

Deception and lies

I hate fakeness

I hate goodbyes

I just want life

To be happy and good

But goodness is mocked

Happiness misunderstood

I guess it's all meaningless

Nothing makes sense

It's like trying to climb

A barbed wire fence.