Child's play

Right at the beginning I really thought, I really believed that everything would just develop. And I'd just have to get older. All my childish problems, all my concerns would just vanish into thin air by the moment I'd turn 18. But the day I've been looking forward to for what seemed an eternity came and went and left nothing but a bitter taste on the tip of my tounge and a life that wasn't mine anymore. So I sold my childhood for nothing. They just abandoned me in the middle of nowhere. But they call it reality and I still cannot understand what should be so real about all these noises that make my head ache, all these lights that made my eyes burn and finally left me blind. I'm still a child trapped in a stranger's body. I'm not trying to escape anymore even though every day frightens me to death. In calm moments, in the coldest hours of the night, I can sometimes see it flickering: the forlorn laughing of a child. Mine.