What did you honestly expect?
Teenagers never think about anyone but themselves,
     selfie generation ring any bells?
They never give to the community, only take.

Thirty hours of hard work, but you're right.
I did give, but not as much as I took.

I gave my free time, but I took moments to cherish.
I gave my hard work, but I took countless warm smiles and thank yous.
Gave my energy, my devotion, and took an experience that will stay with          
     me for many years to come.

So, you are correct, nay-sayer of youth,
I am part of the "selfie generation"-
that is true. I do think about myself,
and I do take from my community.

Even though I did give, I agree with you, because
everything I gave to the community,
     the community gave back to me,
and for that, I am grateful.

Maybe it is that I am in love with you,
or perhaps I am simply in love with the sadness.

I haven't written you a poem in a while

I've built myself a box;
there I intend to stay.
It's full of books and tea and things
that keep my pain at bay.

I've saved enough room for you,
in case you have the time.
If not, that's fine, but it's still here,
if you ever change your mind.

I've built the box to hide myself
from everyone I see.
I know it's rather immature,
but I'd rather be with just me.

Though I know you'll never join me,
I've still saved you a place.
You said yourself, you like me lots,
but you really need your space.

I need mine too, so I've built this box,
to keep the world away.
Now you're outside, but one day
I hope you choose to stay.

Today, I wrote a poem, and it rhymed.
And for a few minutes, I felt like I'd be okay.

My friends are obsessed with sadness.
Sick with madness.

Writhing and twisting in their own **** and ****.
And they love it.

They prefer rivers cried over symphonies written.
A sick and demented way to live.

Perhaps they are bored.
Maybe they have nothing better to do than wallow.

They take so many ropes so easily untangled
and weave them into intricate afghan patterns
that even granny wouldn't dare try.

To be honest, it's a little embarrassing,
seeing them intentionally engulfed in their own flames.

At the same time though, why should I care?
If they want to be sad, fine. It is their way.

Just don't drag me down when the ship
really starts to sink.

Dear community:

I apologize for not being good enough.

Have a nice day.