A Child’s Glasses

Childism shelters me

From brutal punches

Consequences of my inexperience

Easy is it, to slide behind knights

Teachers and parents hold soft smiles

I'm safe here, I entice to myself

Welcoming failure as a old friend

Yet fear lives close by

Crouching in the shadows

Waiting until society decides

Child, is no longer my excuse

When the wind frosts ears numb

From the toque I should've worn

When society displays rebels

I feel the offset from the norm

What am I when my actions

Aren't of a child

But the irresponsibility of a citizen

The spoken of foreign world

Fearing the inevitable boot in