When I was a youngling ,
I was loud,
I smiled a lot,
I didn't care what others thought of me,
I was content,
I was 80% happy with life.

But then came the harsh waves of reality,
It knocked me right off my feet,
And I stopped looking through rose tinted glasses.

I became silent,
I smiled less,
I took every word and worried about how others saw me,
I withdrew into myself,
I became 50% happy with life.

But life and...