They say we're ****** up
They believe there's no hope for us
They think we need help
They know we're out of control.
Our problems seem fickle
To them
Our worries and insecurities
A passing phase
When we fight and defend
Ourselves
Rebellious and hellish
Is what we seem
Though really all we want is
Independence and
A sense of respect
In a world that's against us
The forlorn teens bottling it in.
Jul 18, 2015
Jul 18, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
They say we're ****** up
They believe there's no hope for us
They think we need help
They know we're out of control.
Our problems seem fickle
To them
Our worries and insecurities
A passing phase
When we fight and defend
Ourselves
Rebellious and hellish
Is what we seem
Though really all we want is
Independence and
A sense of respect
In a world that's against us
The forlorn teens bottling it in.
Our generation are having a really tough time expressing themselves.....
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