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.