What I Miss

If I wrote a list,
of everything I missed,
would you read it?
and would you admit?

That everything you miss,
is everything that exists
outside the world of succeeding
that has left you bleeding.

You miss the times when you didn't care
and nothing was unfair.
You had dreams to chase
but they could wait.

You miss being a kid
not having to watch
what you were going to say
or what you did.

The endless nights
and pointless drives.
You wanted so badly to get out
to get into the world
that you grew up too fast,
and didn't let the good times last.

Even though you and I are the same age,
you look and feel years older.
The maturity has built a cage
and you're just growing colder.

So if I wrote a list
of all that I missed,
would you read it
and would you admit?

I garuntee you would,
I can already see it in your eyes.
You would tell me now if you could,
but you can't break through the disguise.

So let me tell you what I miss,
and then tell me what you do.
What I miss most,
right now,
is you.

Not the person standing before me,
who has 'matured'.
I miss the person no one can see,
the one, who with me, endured.

So if you read it,
would you agree?
That you miss yourself,
the old you,
just as much as me.