No Script

What if everyone has a script written for them,

And everyone is following it to its T,

And no one told me about it,

Because somehow they realized I don't have a script,

And I'm simply here stumbling from one corner to the next,

Barely managing every stage of life,

And others are,

Living, actually living and not just surviving every level,

In an easy way,

While I dodge and scatter from every evil.

I wonder if everyone is laughing at me,

I wonder if they have secret meetings discussing my downfall,

Or how I'm messing things up,

But no one can tell me,

How everything is set for them,

And I'm the only one figuring it all out on my own.