Lemonade is hard to make,
When the lemons life gives you
Are to sour for your taste.
Society throws them hard at you,
Its like they cook you till your burnt
And use their sharpened fangs to chew.
Because of the adjectives that you lack:
Wealthy, skinny, beautiful,
Because of the adjectives that you have:
Stupid, fat, unbearable.
It beats you down more and more,
To everyone you’re a unwanted chore.
Hard to think it will get better, because you already know,
On a winter path, life is a shovel and you’re the snow.
my poem(: