Simpler times

Wish I could go to simpler times,
When mom made food and I ate it
When dad bought gifts while I waited

When my phone's battery wasn't my biggest worry
When running to the park was the only hurry

When 2 hours belonged to studies and 22 to life
When we had no worries about our husband or wife

When waking up in the morning made me actually excited
When seeing my friends really made my eyes lighted

When I could say what was in my heart without worrying what others might think
When I could tell my parents my fears without letting my eyes blink

When my weight and body were not shamed and mocked
When my skills and talents was all that people talked

When all my friends and me progressed together
Where my ambitions weren't being controlled by a imaginary tether

Now I'm 23 and depressed, having no hope for my career and life
Everything I think is filled with anger, hatred, negativity and gripe

I have nightmares most of the nights and on some nights I hear those beautiful chimes,
But even then I am sad
Cause I know, I can never go to those simpler times