looking down upon us
a thousand wrinkles etched within
minds like deserts
earning for what is lost
and thoughts down too cold
to their time of older generations
their old teeth chastise our ways
the acceptance for gays
the respect of transsexuals
the admiration for their bravery
they are perfect in every way
brace for the hurt
words from the those
we look up to
the vinyl minds remain
as neglected as deserts
they remain secluded, a shell of ****
in rejection to adolescence spirit
they think so rude
we are just more vocal
more determined  
finding our place
in this cluster-**** we call society  
don't pretend
don't for a second
convince shallow arrays
merely blurry shadows
that you know what's best for us
we don't really know things for ourselves
still trying to figure out
if two plus two is really four
but only not to live
in past of your memories
you want to cast into ourselves
in a world of three dimensions
incoherently converted to six
don't try to influence our spirits
we are bolder than you think
beliefs are not blasphemy
stop comparing things to
the things used to be
its a new age
you are just caught
drifting taught on a string
behind a band wagon
riding for the stars
I'm tired and sick
of you telling me
what to do
your existence  
like plaster
new, mint condition
the skies are blue
yet as years take toll
you fall and crumble
in lack of ability
to adapt to new fertility
you will be replaced
and my biggest concern
is that I would become
just like you