Middle Name Misery

In this crazy world, there are 2 kinds of people. Those who will agree with what gets them success or out of trouble. Then there's what ever I am. I'm not a follower that's for sure. I've been labeled "freak" and "weird" (Yes, so I am not 'normal') If you ask me, normal is the biggest faux-comforting conception people have in order to "fit in". (Well if you can "fit in" - What can I do "fit out" ?)
When I was little things seemed so clear. Yet, as I get older things seem to get more and more muddled. When I was smaller, younger, more naive I thought life would be perfect, so much fun. I suppose most children think that. The more you grow, the more people let you in on the truth. And the clear bubble of innocence pops. Suddenly, with out warning. Too much truth can be bad for a little child's dreams. Sometimes I wish I could just start over. Would I change drastically? Would I end up the same way? (Oh I don't know)
I suppose life is difficult in order to make you stronger. It hurts so much somedays. Like when I look in the mirror...I don't see what everyone else sees. They don't hide from mirrors like I do. They just offer too much truth or too much deception. (Take your pick) Yes, lies or what's inside.