Out-numbered

Why we have to grow up. Why we have to be like this like that, in order to be liked or blahss. Then we won't be alone and odd out. World turns around and around, we follow. Rules and regulation, a principle. Crash and doom along each other. When we are made special and different but we wished to be united and have same perspectives. That's why world is seemed complicated and weird, sometime even unfamiliar.

Do you ever feel so.

=)