Adolescence as I realised it to be..

Another poem Im fond of for the meaning and the thoughts which went into it.

As a child,
Bun with tea is nice,
Mama’s cooing is joy
And dependence makes no difference.
As a child,
LIFE’S A FAIRYTALE.

As an adult,
Everything changes.
Its no longer bun with tea
But peace which is nice
Mama’a cooing becomes a
Silent prod of incompetence.
And independence is essential.
As an adult
LIFE’S A BATTLEGROUND

Have I changed? Or
Have circumstances changed?
Whatever it may be,
The difference has, is and will be.