Most people miss their high school days
But I miss the time when I was five
When the world didn’t seem scary

I miss the adventures my father and I did at the playground
At age 5, it seemed like a new forest to explore
But now, it seems like a haunting memory of the enjoyment I’m leaving behind

I miss watching the clouds with carefreeness
They used to remind me of angels dancing on top of the puffs
But now, they remind me of devils waiting for my next hardship

I miss craft time
When I could make something without pressure pulling at my strings
But now, whatever I do is graded by someone
Having his pen and grading sheet out to observe my every move
And snarkily yell at me when I make a mistake

I miss my parents raising me up high into the sky while spinning
I felt like an airplane flying with freedom
But now, I am chained to the ground from the chains of tests, grades, and my future

I miss playing board games with my family
Where we had many smiles and chuckles
But now, my life feels like a board game where I am one of the pieces
Where my actions are controlled

Each year, as I get older
I feel like a part of my childish side rusts and rusts
And worry if all that’s left of me is an obedient robot