We were so destructive as youths.
We’d spray paint the walls of our own home on a whim.
We never created, only dismantled.
We degraded the things around us.
We cherished nothing but ourselves.

We felt the confidence of knowledge while knowing nothing.
We shared only ideas and insults. Crass and crude in our understanding of love and ***.
We had no sense of the viscous cycle; only adding to our environments toxicity.
We walked guiltless.

We were kings with no kingdom.
We were men, not man enough to admit our faults.
We lied. We cheated and stole.
We made gallant attempts at charity but to selfish ends.

We were children pretending to be old souls.
We could do no wrong.
We were not strong.
We were not whole.
We were flawed.

We embodied our flaws, but when we started looking in the mirrors before we broke them, we saw the flaws, and decided to destroy them.

In this final act of destruction, we ceased to be destructive youths.