I am moving from place to place
Trying to find a little bit of space

A place for myself
A place were I can forget the horrors of the real world
Just for a little while

The real world
It isn’t fair

There is no superhero
Who will safe you in time of need
There is no such thing as a good deed

Now I am sitting here
Doing my time
For telling the truth and not for committing any type of crime

The real world
Is a place were you have to grow up fast

There is no youth
No real childhood time

It is growing up
Become an adult
And eventually die

Serenity Fay

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/growing-up-in-the-real-world/