Regret flows through the adult 

As her eyes wonder to the playful child. 

The child sings and plays with her dolls 

As the adult stares with flowing tears. 

Thinking of herself while accepting the void, 

And remembering what she called home. 

The upsetting thought of home. 

She yearned to be an adult, 

But through that, she fell into a void, 

A void of forgetting to be a child. 

The void caused her to spew many broken tears 

And she remembers neglecting all her dolls. 

“You pushed us away,” said her dolls. 

The unknown pressure she felt in her home 

Made her grow up through silent tears. 

“Stop being childish,” said the adult. 

“Grow up, grow up!” she heard from the void. 

The unknown pressure sat on the young child. 

While she laid deep in the void, 

She saw through the eyes of her estranged dolls. 

She saw herself as a meager child, 

Behaving twice her age in her home.  

The poor child felt she “needed” to be an adult, 

She needed to seem older, but she wept tears. 

The pressure felt through those tears 

She saw she wasn’t ready to be an adult, 

Pushed her deeper into the void. 

She saw the sad eyes of her dolls, 

She felt the heavy weight of her home, 

And then, she saw a child. 

One who didn’t feel the pressure of the void, 

One who had the happiness of a child, 

One who shed no pitiful tears, 

One who could play with dolls, 

One who was happy in her home, 

One who didn’t care about being an adult. 

The child thinking of her home, her dolls, 

Her tears, the adult 

“I miss my childhood,” said the void.