Expectancy

I felt broken, I had to write the words down on the paper.

I was brought up differently than the average American child
Because, the average child is brought up expecting to be happy.
I was that child, but not more now.
Love hurts, but expectation more.
You were so happy, you set that aim in your heart,
you believed so hard on the consequences you made up in your mind.
But life usually pays back on us. The earth stopped for a minute from breathing, and that's when everything rushed down.
Red eyelids, wet cheeks, shaky voice, I have got.
Why can't something be perfect?
Why does everything get wrecked?
A butterfly can be more happier than me. He lives only a day, but with full hope and faith.
I'm just brought to this world, and I'm already losing my wraith.
A female cat can murder her own kittens, but is full of trust for another delightful start.
I've just unleashed the knots I had, and my wine core is already a spiteful mart.
An olive tree can live to fifteen hundred years, and it's never giving up.
I'm just a child, and I'm already backing up.
Adolf  Hitler’s mother seriously considered having an abortion, but was talked out of it by her doctor.
So life decides whether it's going to happen or not. You can only expect, and plan, but the destiny's laughing behind your back.
I can whine, and call for hugs. But life may pressure or may release.
It's yin-yang, you can't go on if everything's blank white. There must be a hole, there must be a hill.
You may decide to say hello to the sunrise or say goodbye to the sunset.
Forget and smile. Or, stick in and cry.
Seek for help, seek for joy.
Throw the sorrow away, get close to the happiness of today.
Pick up the message, you thrill or you chill?

Author's Note

Please, sincerely, tell me your opinions.