People are like that

 

Some

Men are worth their salt

Others spoil the lake with theirs

Some women aver truths gently

Others shout obscenities and then feel validated

Some children blossom in the clement atmosphere 

Others mature rudely with storms often;

Most of us

A little sideways, a little vertical, a little near angle to the horizon-

Luckily

In spite of that

Most of us

Grow