Growing up sheltered is not to right,
You learn of life through the midnight of ignorance,
Not being bright to the world of men,
When you are sixteen, it’s like you are ten.
Like a hiaku, you think short and sweet,
Until you are face to face with challenges deep
That strip away at your pampered self
Bringing on a hell you take forever to quell.
Confused and thorn, easily thrown aside,
You can’t comprehend why it all seems mad, sad and shamefully,
wrong, cause it’s not the place with your childhood song.