- I miss the old days that we used to have
We were free kids happy with troubles we never had
- I miss when we slept on the couch and woke up on the bed
We thought we had powers but we had a guardian angel instead
- I miss when we got mad at ourselves on Saturday
Not waking up early to watch cartoons it would ruin our day
- I miss going to the grocery store with my mom and grabbing things
Telling me I couldn’t have that then I’d start crying
- I miss not worrying about my future and my plans
Everyone around has an idea and are in couples and I don’t understand
- I miss my old self not care in the world
Didn’t want a future a family or a loving girl
- But most of all I miss myself and my light and happiness
No hassle to be happy or relieved now I have no rest
- Now I find that being unhappy is somehow bliss
If you have forgotten my name just call me Mr. Miss
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Author:
Ernie (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Probably one of the few poems that are not premade by me so i hope its not to sloppy
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Comments1
I believe a lot of people could relate to this poem, myself included.
Very good job!
I'll be sure to read your other poems!
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