snakes and ladders

I've played the game and seen the pain
There are only snakes to be bitten from
While the ladders are painted on
and it is a slow crawl from the bottom

If chances in life are like a roll of the dice
Then plans are when you throw them
In the end you hit the wall
But you stand up and shake yourself off from them

Fairytales are happy endings
Because they do not continue the story
No one sees you
When you are already under the water drowning

Happiness is a thing that fades
While misery follows
True miserable people look at others
To take what they have worked for.