Who Murdered Childhood?

People have said don’t grow up too fast I have learned that I need to Growing up is not a journey In an instant it takes the reins Chokes my life out of me Now I know without a doubt Adulthood is not simple bliss Money is always an issue People are always there I need to always care No more ignorance No more naivety No more me Only the world The world is a big place Casts me out to the immense seven seas To explore the depths and heights  Take freedom and put it under a microscope Observe the ways you can control it Sucking the truth and life and love out of it

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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