When we were young and full of dreams

Wasn't it easier when all we had to fear was what lived in the closet?
When our biggest hurt was a skun up knee laced with gravel?
Our fears were imaginary and our pains were temporary,
the sky was the limit
and everybody was missing teeth and playing hopscotch.
Now our fears walk the streets and steal our children.
Our pain is unimaginable and every where we turn.
Now it seems that fear and pain are all we have and the sky is no longer reachable..
hearts break like glass and dreams die like autumn leaves
until nothing remains but confusion.
I so wish to be young and have so many desires.
To know I'm going to be a movie star someday.
instead I sit where I was when I dreamt these dreams.
I've gone nowhere that I thought I'd go.
Instead I've disappointed those around me
and I've disappointed myself.