Shreds of Childhood

We're all still children,
On the inside...
Kittens and lollypops,
Are all that really matter.
Thrown into the blender,
Of society. Much too soon.
No more, "Mother May I?"
Now it's, "Mother, what next?"
Under the pressure,
Always nose to the grind.
And when the stress is too much...
London bridge is falling down.
Still expected to grow up,
Much too soon for anyone's good.
Expected to know,
What no one bothered to teach.
What's left of childhood,
Is confusion, tears, chaos.
The echoes return;
Ashes, Ashes,
We all fall down.