Hurt, But Silent.

Sometimes it's okay to be childish.

Children are the happiest people I have even encountered.

Their naive smiles and twinkling eyes.

Their blasting energy and animated laughter.

Their simple minds.

Such simple minded things inspire such admiration in us.

As we grow older, we complicate things for ourselves.
As our knowledge broadens, we maturate our perception of things.

We cultivate opinions and develop tastes.
We start to over-think things, immerse in our own self-worry;

Things that are simple just aren't so simple anymore.

When we were young, our perception for love may be maternally.

We expressed ourselves openly and candidly, unafraid of any impossible consequences.

We had a fabulous time together, and we needn't think about anything else but ourselves.

Preoccupied in our own little, elementary world, our age as an excuse for our candid behaviour.

Comfortable, these little things just cause us to lust after a simple life.

Now, even a little concern for the opposite sex is taunted at.

A little hug, pat on the back or even a word of concern.

Provoking, teasing, pestering--we behave worse than little children.

To resort to this nasty humour and childish behaviour complicates our lives.

People are afraid to express themselves the way they should never have hesitated to in the first place.

People are paranoid of taunts, being shunted away, rejected.

Teenagers are more vulnerable to loneliness than at any other age. We hurt, we suffer, from a monster named 'Loneliness'.

Why can't we put aside our differences, may it be age, gender or race?

We have sex education, and now we are being taunted in our relationships.

We learn about racism, and now we are taunting others for their race.

We learn about someone else's involvement in a relationship with an older person and we taunt them for having such feelings.

Such nasty, childish humour. Such atrocious behaviour.

If only we can be children once more, to bathe in their naivety and happiness.

If only we could simplify matters.

If only we could express ourselves without fear of exacerbating our lives.

Only then, will we truly be open and cheerful. With others, and yourselves.

Learn from this, my dears. Mature in such a way as to not make nasty jokes.

Instead, we could turn to this to express our humour!

Muackers,PrissL.