Grown Up Poem by Moth Harris

Been brought up, taught of wrong and right
To pick my fights and to just live life.
Stay in sight, stay in the light
or you might get lost in the night.
Waiting for my life to ignight.
I sit and I write, still nothing seems alright.

These words I've read, what you've said,
Never prepared me for what's ahead,
The blood that has to be bled,
The tears that I have to shed,
The fact that there's no more playing pretend,
Please tell me the message you were trying to send?

I've been brought up, I'm all grown up now.
I look at the world, I feel broken somehow.