Midlife Crisis?

If your childhood is all about play and learning,
and your teen years are all about sex and parties;
your thirties are all about responsibilities:
starting a family and climbing the corporate ladder, smartly-

your forties are the halfway point,
where you think about a future legacy,
'cause it's all downhill from here...

It's also the time of midlife crisis,
'cause like everything in the side-view mirrors,
your looming death is closer than it appears.

Sure, it's one thing to have a midlife crisis
if you've got that suburban home, the 3.4 kids,
the nice car, and the loving wife;

but is it really fair,
to call it a 'midlife crisis',
when you haven't really had a life?

When your childhood was a lonely drudge,
because you had no real friends:
everyone hated you,
and thought you were too weird;

and your so-called 'learning' was a chore,
because you didn't fit the moulds,
even though they said you were so-called 'gifted'
and apparently smarter than you appeared?

But how 'smart' were you, really?
Because your best friends were books and the Natural World,
and you tried to make your own fun
in whatever way you could...

Meanwhile, all your cooler peers,
were playing sports and chasing girls,
but the best that you could hope for,
was taking a walk in the woods.

And when you made it to your teens,
the sex was happening for everyone but you,
and you only ever got dates, or were invited to parties,
so the cooler kids could make you look like a fool.

And when you got to your twenties,
the only jobs you could get were minimum wage crap,
and you thought of all those dreams you had,
and how every one of them had jumped its tracks.

So you go and get a 'useful' university science degree,
thinking maybe that's the answer:
you'll finally prove that you know what you're talking about,
with those magical letters after your name like a banner.

but just as you finish all that hard work,
the economy falls flat,
your skills and education are no longer in demand,
and you have student loans that you can never pay back.

So it's back to the minimum wage doldrums that you never really left,
that's if you can even get a job at all!
Because you're now in your late thirties, and passing your sell-by date,
and those obstacles now become impregnable, insurmountable walls.

And you have the sickly realisation
that those who hated you knew the truth you couldn't admit to yourself,
that not only with none of your dreams would you ever connect...

For a worthless loser such as yourself,
merely surviving day by day,
is the best that you can ever hope to expect.

And once again, you're forced to ask yourself the question,
though you've pondered it time after time:
Is it possible to have a midlife crisis,
when you're nothing but an irresponsible, overgrown child?