Born divergent.
Live with different emotions,
Understand things not to be understood.

That's us. 

We enter a world full of obstacles,
Learn to get past a few,
But then we are met with more.

Children.

We fall over,
But get back up.
We laugh and dance,
No one cares.

We age,
More tears are shed,
Broken rules.
Don't care.
That's us.

Teens.

The Pressure is on,
Our dainty shoulders.
We shake and stumble,
We are broken.

We age even more,
Work becomes a priority.
Your love life is nothing,
It isn't a choice anymore.

You put down your pen,
Think back to when,
Imagination was the life,
Free to do as please.

A new life.

Our mind wanders,
To a new lover,
We think otherwise,
And smile.

They scream and shout,
Hurt us inside.
We can't do anything,
But cry.

We fail our education,
Our  life,
Our parents,
We got nothing left.

We try again,
Nearly succeed,
But that's enough,
To keep us happy.

To start again,
Finding what we need,
A person to love,
And soon a family.

An adult.

Our dream,
Head in the clouds,
Not thinking straight,
And lose them.

We try again,
Finding the right one,
Failing and finally,
Winning them.

Drunk from hard work,
You stumble home,
Fall down your couch,
And think back.

Is it supposed to be like this?
Is it supposed to be hard?
Is it just me,
Or is it everyone?

Is love supposed to be this?
Is the world supposed to be cruel?
Can I get a better life,
Or is this it?

Thinking, hurting,
crying, laughing
and eventually,
you think.

This is it.
Appreciate it.
Adore it.
Because,

C'est La Vie.