Forever we've been foretold
that
Since we're teens
So we must be naive
But people don't see
The pure young ones
Unseen amongst their generation
They stand alone
Surrounded by snotty little queens
In their tight-*** jeans
Glued to their phones
Pitifully whine about their first world problems
They walk amongst the swarm
Full of Stereotypes,
stupid Instagram likes
Dumb attitudes and memes
Silly trends and overrated feelings
All subconsciously scream
Where are the people like me!
For we are good children
Forever condemned clean
Respect our teachers
Use our manners
Follows simple rules to make us look better
But that behaviour is not saluted
So we get excluded
And blended into the lockers
For in the playground it is ruled
Popularity and praise is given
To those who act like a drama queen
To cake faced girls
Who put out all the time
Then point at their boyfriends stating his the problem
To the boys with horrendous hairstyles
Who do stupid **** outside of school
Shirts untucked
neckties loosened
Lipstick and miniskirts
Heads crammed with
Anxiety and insecurities
For forever it's been foretold
The crazy thrive
The gracious discarded
Old poem finally finished.