Best years of our lives

I don't know life as an adult sees it,

only as a child and teen.

i can only guess what life is meant to be,

based on what I've seen.

today i learned of love,

and the pain that it may bear.

you can never know a person's truth ,

behind the masks they wear.

i don't know the meaning of love,

or why its never true.

I'm unsure of so many things these days,

i know less than i thought i knew

i find its getting difficult,

to distinguish bad from good.

and although it sounds cliche,

I'm a child misunderstand.

i need to move on past the hurts,

move to heaven from this hell.

i need to stand up to others,

and to myself as well.

i don't know how to tell,

a good friend from a bad.

we talk behind each others backs

ruining the trust we had.

if everybody has to go,

through torment and through pain.

if they understand the hurt

that is another's gain.

if they can feel,

the burden of their fears.

and know the cost,

of showing their tears.

if they know how it feels,

to have a lover or friend.

stab their backs with knives,

why are they so cruel to say

These are the best years of our lives!?