I never knew adult life would be of harm.

Yes... I have seen grey waters.
I have swam in the sea.
Stood in the breeze.
Cried under many trees.
Crossed many roads.
Picked roses,
Pricked by their thorns.
Stood still in the storm,
I should have probably run from. 
Oh, how much I have grown,
not so long ago, I was sitting on the floor,
Scribbling nonsense I knew nothing of.
Holding tightly on to my mother's hand,
While crossing a busy road,
hiding behind her back from strangers only she knew,
but now I am an adult,
I Keep track of my time,
of my my work,
which will transform into my worth,
my wealth,
One mistake and I will be labelled inadequate.
The reputation of my life in the hands
of a people they see as invisible.
Failure, now, is like markings on flesh,
Where ever you go,
They are shown.
You are exposed of the time you lost,
Wasted,
and will never retrieve.
The passion you felt,
love gained and lost,
It acts as a reminder of what is no longer your fault.
This time you have lost,
This failure, it draws lines in your time line that shows stiches,
Of sweet down to sour,
stretching into the widening of unhealed wounds.
Oh, how cruel life has been within shadows of light
yet when bright,
you begin to reminisce the fire that burnt as you thrive forward,
Forward, forward,
then you arrived here to realize that...
You never knew, adult life would be of harm.