An Eye-Opening Stumbling Block
Growing up I was innocent
Just a young lad
Unaware of the world around me
Didn’t know what it meant to be sad
Had a loving family
And a bunch of friends too
Never thought I’d live unhappily
Or end up blue
But one day, I still remember it
Those friends weren’t there
They had turned their backs
It really wasn’t fair
Jealousy came from nowhere
Words were used against me when they were flipped
I didn’t even say half of that stuff
It was like they had a different script
I was stuck in a hole
I didn’t know what to do
All of my friends had left me
I had nobody to turn to
That’s when I figured out
I had grown up blind
To the brutal fact that
This world isn’t always kind
That’s a part of growing up
And between you and me
I’m glad I went through that stuff
It somehow set me free
From the mindset that life is fair
Easy and handed to you
It showed me that you need to work hard
In order to get through
So, if you’re going through something
And feel like nobody’s on your side
Just know that trials in life are meant to build you
Even if you think you aren’t qualified
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