Childhood Poem by Robbie Squires

I can remember who I was
Five or six years ago
Not a care in the world
But little did the world show
Repressed and blocked out
The worst images from me
My eyes are still open
But I can barely see

Childhood is a lifestyle
I wish I was still there
I let it slip away
But little did I care
The worst ones fell through
And the finest ones are still here
I grew up for what?
The real me disappeared

But it’s all a cycle
I’ll be back one day
Just a matter of time
Before life comes out to play
And when she comes back
Lord knows I’ll be here
Just whistling and waiting
For myself to reappear