Bright-eyed kid, nose turned straight up

Staring at fluffy clouds swiftly passing by

Grey in the mind, white in the sky

A dreamy state that would soon corrupt

 

Inside, turmoil would begin to unfold

Pathways in the head would grow just off

A nervous child with a shell too soft

Started to feel much too old

 

But I was still a child, though I did not know

The fearful thoughts were not part of me

My mind had created a nightmare of the dream

But my beating heart had not grown cold

 

Over the years, I fought this fright

I beat it back and cursed the thoughts

A kid growing up, but troubled a lot

Terror and dread kept me up at night

 

And then came my personality

Like a knight on a white horse

My fate had finally run its course

And my underlying traits would set me free

 

My stubbornness led with a sword in hand

My enduring hope came just behind

My love for people stirred in mind

My bravery helped however it can

 

“So that was growing up” I realized at last

The nightmare of childhood finally past

Not like the dream that people claim it to be

But the struggle and the fight that is reality