Graceful Childhoods Of Stress

It's through the pain and sullen eyes
That fall the sorrowed tears
And through the memories of childhood
In which we fall back to the years

The years which were so different
Where innocence was a token of all faith
And parents would come scolding you,
If you're waking up too late

And with sleepy eyes you'd arise
Feeling angry as you dress
All remained the conflict of our lives:
Graceful childhoods of stress

Saddened you would walk into class
Preparing for another day
Where boys had cooties, life was chocolate
And everything was okay

The world revolved around you
Yet you complained of minor issues
No feelings of pure suffering
Towards wars and conflicts in the news

You didn't walk outside one night
Scared to see that some man followed
And that night you didn't run home raped
Begging that there was no tomorrow

You didn't look at any boy
And see the world inside his eyes
Because then you were smart, pure and young
For cuts and bruises screamed your cries

Back then you wished to grow up
You looked towards adults in fascination
Oh how I ponder upon your thoughts now
Based on ideas of fabrication

The world then was never what it seems
Disappointed? Alas, so was I
As a child we wanted so much more
As of now we wish to die.

-I know this was not good. I wrote it as part of a speech for class about childhood innocence. The thing is, the meaning is supposed to stand out more than how badly it's written. Sorry.-