I Want To Go Back

I wrote this in Year 11, when there was some serious drama among my group of friends... the sentiments still hold true.

I want to go back to those days
When arguments never really mattered.
And though you'd, crossly, part ways
The next day that anger shattered.

I want to go back to that life
When friendships all fell into place
And when the biggest possible strife
Was an insult about someone's face.

Friendships now are all so complicated;
The gossip spreads like fire.
Who's done what, who's being hated,
Who's given into their heart's desire.

And all this pointless chatter does
Is turn differences into triggers of guns
There can be little worse than seeing a room abuzz
And thinking 'What have I done?!'