Things could have been different for you.
Providence could've just as easily been lack.
And love could've just as easily been hate.
The very thing you loathe could have been the very thing you became.
But I guess could have beens, should have beens, would have beens are just that. Perspective is the issue.

Sometimes we don't have the time to explore different vantage points ourselves until some emotion stricken writer slaps the reality in our google branded eyes.
Darting all over yet never really looking within.
It's not that deep bruh, it's not that deep.
Nothing usually ever is from the surface. Perspective is the issue.

Because of that I keep revising the fact that most men stick to shallow waters, inspite of the depth they can handle.

Depth is troublesome so shallow is easier.
Shallow is troublesome, because depth is superior.
One more so than the other simply because of perspective.

Snapshot. This is my good side. Don't get me wrong I need the bad as well. Can't walk around with half my face now can I? It's either this or I have to deal with why I split my countenance into less and lesser.
It's not that deep bruh, it's not that deep.

I wonder if roaches count our soles instead of sheep when they go to sleep.
Do they wonder about what we dream that could crush us in our sleep.
It just went from not that deep to not that sane.
Akward is my middle name until it's normal.
Until I find one, that's just the same... as me.
Thinking I could've been normal and you could've been insane. And just like you, I could have made fun of your pain.
And you would resent me but feel defeated all the same.
Because I am the lion of this jungle that perspectives can't tame.
I don't care if the zebra walks in looking a little pale.
Prey gets preyed on, and that's the way it's been.
It's not that deep but I'm sure that's what the animals would pen. Question is, would you be any different?