Life

Life is disappointing,
the very word itself,
it's learned to be all good and gold,
From a story on the shelf.
 

but I know better then to spread,
the words of hurt and cry,
my knowledge is that no matter what,
Were meant to live and die.

Imaginary expectations,
a simple smile and a pose,
When I feel down I like to think,
it's a life I never chose.  

I wish I wouldve known,
on my own first light of day,
that the wish I want always sticks,
It'll never go away.

Feeling good can turn to bad,
And you can never just feel good
the moral of the story is,
That no one ever should.