The Real World

My heart is very worn with all I have lived through
It seems as if my troubles got bigger as I grew
When I was little, my worries were about my toys
And if all those small things could bring me joys
My eyes were blind to all the murders and bad things out there
It was only when my mom said "no" that life seemed unfair
But now that I have grown up and am now a teen
I am hearing and seeing things I have never heard or seen
I see a young teen girl, who is a hooker, standing on the street corner
I see the mother, whose son died in a gang shooting, become a mourner
No more do these days seem to be cheerful and bright
Because dark and gloomy clouds have replaced all the light
I see the boys who went to school and brought a gun
Because they thought if they shot and killed it would be real fun
I hear of the young teen mom who dumped her baby in the trash can
Because becoming pregnant was not included in her life plan
I see the young teens drop out of school
Because they think it makes them cool
But the harsh reality of the real world comes into view
And they don't know how to make money or what to do
So in order to make it alive, day to day
They begin to sell drugs--that is the only way
Every night I pray that life will once again be innocent, bright and cheery
Instead of everything being evil, gloomy, and dreary
Maybe one day we can think of happy things--like having fun
Rather than depressing things--like who will be the next to die by The Gun?

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