Truthfully..?

You see the world through rose tinted glasses

My shades are fogged up by sleep

It seems no matter how hard I try

The good mood I wake up with won't keep.

The weather is hellish at best

Rain lashing anything and all

Gloom descending all around us

And a struggle to fight tear-fall.

Optimism, long worked on, is failing

All I want is to go home to mum

Practicality to hell, I'm past caring

I'm crying, I just want to go home.

I miss you so much everyday

Mumma come get me, please.

Take me back home, I don't care where

I'm tired, I don't want to stay.

Another two years to go at the least

But even then I can never again

Go back and live like I used to

The time's long gone now, and sorely missed.