A story I made for a friend; peterpanisfake

A child who knows to much about the world,
Twisting their words.
They find it oddly cold,
People playing with cords.

Why are they crying?
What do I do?
Should I keep going?
Who's telling me not to?

Tell me the meaning!
I don't understand!
Am I misunderstanding?
Or are you counter-acting?

I take another step,
I've lost the key again.
I don't have a map,
And there's no hand to lend.

"Hey! You! Why'd you close the door?"
Because there's no going back.
"Hey! Why aren't you answering for?"
Because I already emptied the flask.

Calm down, you say,
The story's setiing for another day.
You're always talking about life, I now reply,
Tomorrow we wait for the next play.