Stressed Out

When I was little,I was told a sentence.
When you grow older,your problems will fly away.
And so became my preference.

Time by time,I got older.
Nighttime longer,yet nights colder.
They tell me,all your problems would shrink.

Now they care me blurryface and I care what they think.
One moment my mind is blurry.
The next ,I am in a hurry.

To catch the last chance before I get older.
You could call me blurryface.
I am a creature,that cares what you think.

I am still a human being.
And so we are all stressed out.
As kids ,we are happier and bolder.

But as adults,we develop a boulder.
Summers go on and nights begin to feel colder.
If only we could go back in time.

When I remembered that scent and time was mine.
The times we were little and got sang to sleep.
But eventually,life gets deeper and deeper.

The nights colder,the taste bitter.
And yet,despite all the expectations and distress.
Memories often make those nights warmer.

And the wounds slowly heal despite all the stress we feel.
And sometimes,a certain smell would go back in time.
When I smiled more and true happiness was mine.

How come I don’t remember it?
How come we all watch the rainy weather?
Sunny,then rainy.

As mental health slowly gets better.
If I ever found that core memory,I’d capture it.
Seal it in resin and harvest it.

And I would never sell it.
Ask me for my deepest regrets,I’d never tell it.
And so our mothers used to sing us to sleep.

And we slept peacefully,very deep.
How long has it been?
How much time wasted?

Eventually,they would wake us into reality with the words.
Come on,get up,earn money so we can survive in our worlds.
Little kids give eachother nicknames so silly.

And eventually,you will partly be me.