Follies of Childhood

When did broken toys become broken hearts
Scattered into so many separate parts?

When did a scrape stop being healed with a kiss?
When did the injuries begin to run deeper than this?

When did the monsters decide to become real?
Not ones with sharp fangs but humans that feel?

When did the memories begin to fade?
Where some even real or where they self made?

When did we grow up? It happened so fast
Where is our childhood? Why didn't it last?