Virtuous and pure I stood heedless to forthcoming hazard,
A child of wonder, with stories to tell.
But as I grew, the world unveiled its flaws,
I saw the depths, the hidden chronicles.

The curtain lifted, revealing the truth,
A shattered vision, a distorted society in eyeshot
Injustice prevailing, a constant parade,
Destruction and chaos, man’s amusement.

Pain and suffering, etched in my soul,
A burden intensive, hard to control.
How does one cope with such a harsh realisation
When all around there’s a plenitude of reminders?

I sought peace in the hums of trees,
Their gentle sway, a calming breeze
In their branches, I found a sanctuary,
A refuge from the world's bloodshed.

I embraced the beauty of a starlit night,
A canvas painted with celestial charm
The heavens told stories of hope and despair,
A reminder that life is dually delicate and rare.

I turned to art, where colours could converse,
A language unspoken, a universe to sculpt from hope;
With brush in hand I painted my dreams,
Creating a world where freedom isn’t a privilege.

In fantasy I found solace too,
Words like lifelines, pulling me through.
Writers, their voices filled with raw passion
Guiding me, teaching me to endure.

Though the world may stagger,
With resilience, I'll rise above it all.
For in the face of darkness, I still believe,
We can bring truth to that adolescent lens.

So, I'll mature, embracing the flaws,
Finding strength through every moment of trepidation,
And though the weight of the world may remain,
Each day carries a prospect for change.