Walking alone, like there’s no tomorrow
Because is there really, when my only friend is sorrow?
I wallow in pity, for myself
Wanting attention for my mental health
An adolescent who only sees it their way,
Makes up half the population so these things happen everyday
Climb on the bridge with no actual plan,
But i’ll come down when i’ve played out this scam
Looking around at my foes, calling them names
Attention seeker
Attention seeker
Attention seeker
This is just the way it goes
Doing obnoxious things, to gain popularity,
Breaking my bones for the game
It makes some of us wonder, if it’s even worth the play
Not like the others, so I got kicked down
Screaming ****** ****** but out comes no sound
Am I heard, I question myself
But i’m not mute, so it must be everyone else
Only me on my mind
Not caring for the unfortunate,
Yet I still call myself kind
But this is just how it is, so nobody is willing to scorn me for it
The newest generation
Is strange it seems;
With no confrontation
And twice the mental needs
“Gen z” we say proudly,
Yet what do we have to our name?
A couple of jokes,
And a few weird games
Of course adults don’t understand
Since we don’t try to make sense,
But” that’s the point” some say,
As an excuse for our mistakes