Dear God

Dear God, I am confused.

When I was young,
I always had lots of fun.

I was told, I had a say in everything,
And I could do what I wanted,
So amidst the grownups now,
Why do I feel so haunted?

Why did I have to grow up?
And bear the responsibilities of this world,
Why are the rules so suffocating?
Why is happiness so curled?

Why can't there be forgiveness,
Why are consequences there?
Why can't people be friendlier?
Why isn’t everything equal and fair?

This world where friendship is bait,
For a deeper selfish cause,
Where society harms its own people,
With cold and superstitious laws.

I miss my world with the tooth fairies,
Which said that Santa was real.
Where happy endings were constant,
Where existed your angels.

Why did you have to take that away from me?
Suddenly this world has become harsh,
It’s difficult, this transition,
I feel like I am trapped in a marsh.

I ask you, I shout,
For a branch that would pull me out,
Cause instead of drowning in my plight,
I would try and give it a fight.