To be different

Being different in the world is very difficult,
When everything is so similar to the comb,
Their truth is so contradictory, false,
And, in order to please, they climb out of their skin.

When everything is fine, they climb with conversations,
Cramming into friends as if by chance,
And if they don't like it, they say it reproachfully,
Giving the soul insistently dusk and sadness.

He is happy who is not afraid of condemnation,
Meets those who reach out with all their hearts,
Letting go of your love without regret
And the disagreement immediately takes to rest.

It's so hard to figure out what's true and false
When everyone is striving, in a hurry, in a hurry,
In a period of trouble, they run away from themselves, perhaps
And from their problems they swear and scream.

Understand, there were never barriers in communication,
Two minutes won't change anything in your life
To deprive loved ones of communication is just a terrible hell,
Then tell me, all people are born for what?