When I was young
I use to write
Little poems

Happy,
and innocent
Poems that made
everyone smile

Then I grew older
Middle school age
But continued to write little poems

But as my world changed
So did my words
My poems' smiles drooped

My own shiny words?
     They faded
and joyful rhymes
     Turned jaded
But expressing them
Still, made me smile

But Morbid!
     They judged
At the honest words
     That were mine
So I stopped writing
My words that felt true

My love for expression
Of raw inner thoughts
Turned to a hatred
Of poetry