And the bomb drops

Life is like a slap to the face,
or a kick in shins.
No matter what, there is always something that isn't quite right.
It's never what we want to be,
what it was meant to be.
Glitter loses its shine as we realize it looked better on the tv,
and our dreams, well... they looked better in our head.
Just like the blueprints that were perfect on paper,
they crumbled apart when you built it.
Our expectations are far too high to ever be reached.
I mean, come on, who can spin thread into gold?
Or turn water into wine?
Yet you still can make a mountain out of a mole hill,
and cry over spilt milk.