It's all wrong.

So. This is a poem/song I wrote because I was supremely mind-freaked. And there's nobody on this page anyway, I'm not wasting anyone's time. I hope.

We were once far too young to make sense of the world,

So we stayed at home, in our bubbles, played till we learnt,

Every act has its price,

Every move needs some dice,

Every piece of advice,

Can go wrong.

Every sky has its rain,

Every friend brings their pain,

And then life's not the same,

It's all wrong.

We were once far too young to make sense of the change,

Babies were ever-so-cute, but grown-ups were strange -

And we grew and we learnt,

And we built and we burnt,

We were happy, we were hurt,

We were wrong.

And we slept and we dreamed,

Of a future that seemed

So easy to believe -

We were wrong.

We were once far too young to make sense of it all,

We flung ourselves, up in the air, ready to fall -

We were young we were sweet,

We were strong we were weak

And our hurts and disease,

They were wrong.

And we misplaced our trust,

'cause they all said we must-

Starry skies and gold dust-

It's all gone.

We were once far too young to see time had passed,

Happiness just came to us but we didn't make it last -

We were bullied, and broken,

The skies wouldn't open,

And we clung on to Hope and

Moved on.

We were sunshine and daisies,

And willows, and hazy

Memories told us bravely,

“Stay strong”.

Now we are far too old to be free from it all,

Some would like to see us rise, others, to fall -

And they lie and they might,

They might cheat and they fight,

Everyone thinks they're right

But they're wrong.

Every cusp has its brink,

And stuff floats and stuff sinks

And there's no room to think

And we're scorned.