childhood

As a kid you didn't thought about how different your life is from other, about how cruel your new neighbor is or how wicked the librarian, you just lived the life in a way that you'd be happy this time or the other. There used to the remarks of innocence and feel of touch of simplicity in you but as you grow up eventually all that's left is a soul that doesn't gives a damn to what others do,a heart that's gone insane, a mind that's cynical to the society and the eyes which have to see everything just the opposite of how they are. Is it all right?