Adulthood is a Murderer

Adulthood is a murderer  Sucking the life out of sweetly serendipitous smiles Growing up is a massacre of dreams  Reality is adulthood greedily gobbling hopes They say don’t’ grow up too fast I can only dream and hope Dreams that are alive Hopes that become real Reality that is truly alright

This poem is about: 
My family



"massacre of dreams"= well put 

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