A Disguised Appealing Mire

I see the face of a child out there with a smile on her face,
thinking to myself why can't i be so happy and blissful like her?
Why doesn't the innocence of childhood persist with us forever?
Why do problems and issues bother us but not them?
Why do we have to deal with problems and things which are much complicated and huge for us to handle?
Why do we have to deal with death?
Why did we have to grow up?
And the questions never seemed to end
Strange but true, all of us as a child wished to grow up and be the person on whom people could trust and lay responsibilities on
But no one knew what they were wishing for at that time, for the innocence and optimism in us overshadowed the bitter reality of life
Overshadowed the disguised appealing mire of growing up
Overshadowed the truth that with growing age comes growing pain and growing sorrows
Overshadowed the fact you can be easily cheated by people and that people misjudge you with no mistake of yours
Overshadowed the hope and optimism with pessimism and hopelessness
The very innocence and optimism in us overshadowed quite a number of things which seemed to be so alarmingly deceptive when we were young
They overshadowed the fact that hope cannot be found even in the darkest of times and you'll find nothing but the hollow feeling of nothingness,  hopelessness, despair and agony
Nothing but them
The mire which seems so appealing and thrilling helps you find nothing but that
It makes you do nothing but give in to the worse of your fears
The appealing mire of growing up it is after all, pulling you down and down into its world of hopelessness and agony