My child eyes saw the hate instead of rainbows
My colorful doodles turned into grey multiplication worksheets
My dream on becoming a storyteller turned into finding a “real job”
My complains about the weird weather patterns turned into climate change
When i threw my trash on the grass, I saw the effects of it.
My love for cartoons turned into a laughing stock to my peers
My child eyes turned into a blurry mess, so now I wear two pieces
Of glass to see the clearer world.
And seeing the clearer world, it's a mess. It's not a paint mess.
It's a bloody mess.
Growing up sucks.