Those days

Why can’t I go back to those days
Of kindergarten and pre-school
Where we played stupid games
Like mommy and daddy

Why can’t I go back to those days
Of eating bugers and playing in the mud
Of paper hats and when glitter was cool
No front teeth and stains on our clothes

Why can’t I go back to those days
Where all I had to worry about was crayons being stolen
To nap time
To playing in the playground.

Why can’t I go back to those days
Where I thought I lived in a happy family
Where I thought that Blue Clues were cool
Where I was daddy’s little girl?

Why can’t I go back to those days?
\Why do I have to remember the hard times?
Why not the fun ones, instead.

Why can’t I go back to those days
Where my mom would rock me to sleep
To those days of hide-n-seek
To playing those dumb hand games.

Sometimes I want to go back
Where name calling was just ‘stupid’ and ‘meany head’
Not ‘fag’ or ‘emo’
Not ‘ugly’ or ‘fat’
Not ‘whore’ or ‘slut’

I just want to go back.
To when life was a little bit simpler.
To where it was okay to be yourself.