Eighteen
Such a strange age
Want to be free
Afraid to leave the cage
Too young to be old
Too old to be young
Too little to spend
Too much to learn
Afraid of the future
Long to be in it
Flightless birds
in a sky with no limit
Nothing to do
So we cry
Nothing to live for
So we die
Addicted to depression
This covid generation
Craving some attention
Looking for clarity
In this lonely,loveless Eden
Zoo animals thrown into wild
Without any preparation
Hate our parents
Hate the world
Hate ourselves
Issues of dearth
Want to do so much
So we do nothing instead
Feeling so tired
Of being so useless
Yes,we have dreams
Atleast I remember that we do
What are they exactly but
We haven't got a clue
Something in between
First-time adult,last-time child
Most of the times we do nothing
But somedays we wanna be wild
Staring emptily into the void of insta
For that rush of dopamine
Too afraid to be bored
Young,dumb and serene
Simultaneously thinking
We are better and worse than our true selves
In search for salvation
On video game shelves
I'm so confused
This way or the other
Too dumb to know the answer
Too proud to ask my mother
All the friends
have suddenly become so strange
Acting so different
Singing odes to hell
Everyone else,
so figured out
Me and my friends
surrendered to doubt
Life-changing decisions
And dank memes
Not know what we are feeling
Not knowing what we want
Not knowing who are
Since we have so much time
We love to waste it all
Give me a friend to talk to
There's too much going on
Waiting for the revolution
Watching tiktok on the computer
Reading novels on socialism
What is your political compass?
Hearing the same song again and again
Left wing or right wing,which path do we take
Contemplating the economy,measuring the pain
Doing silly trends,to be up with our friends
Gold fish attention span
Choose a poison,choose a clan
We have so many plans but don't ask our plans
Be obnoxiously silent or be obnoxiously loud
Time to get real,time to fool around
Learning about the world
It seems awesome and f-ed up
The adults have ruined it
Now we have to clean up
Confusion is an ally
We are horny,young teens
Oh no,damnit
Feelings of love begin
Hey god if you are real
Can you email me the address
Because I am unable to find the pincode
of true happiness?
Take us to the yesterday
Take us to the future
What to do,what to do
Killed by confusion
Dont judge,you were once like this too
I don't know what I want to mean
But I get a pass
I'm confused,I'm eighteen
You cannot understand us
Because neither can we
Que sera sera
Whatever will be,will be
(Note-the poem may feel repetitive because so is life)
Jul 10, 2022
Jul 10, 2022 at 3:13 PM UTC
Eighteen
Such a strange age
Want to be free
Afraid to leave the cage
Too young to be old
Too old to be young
Too little to spend
Too much to learn
Afraid of the future
Long to be in it
Flightless birds
in a sky with no limit
Nothing to do
So we cry
Nothing to live for
So we die
Addicted to depression
This covid generation
Craving some attention
Looking for clarity
In this lonely,loveless Eden
Zoo animals thrown into wild
Without any preparation
Hate our parents
Hate the world
Hate ourselves
Issues of dearth
Want to do so much
So we do nothing instead
Feeling so tired
Of being so useless
Yes,we have dreams
Atleast I remember that we do
What are they exactly but
We haven't got a clue
Something in between
First-time adult,last-time child
Most of the times we do nothing
But somedays we wanna be wild
Staring emptily into the void of insta
For that rush of dopamine
Too afraid to be bored
Young,dumb and serene
Simultaneously thinking
We are better and worse than our true selves
In search for salvation
On video game shelves
I'm so confused
This way or the other
Too dumb to know the answer
Too proud to ask my mother
All the friends
have suddenly become so strange
Acting so different
Singing odes to hell
Everyone else,
so figured out
Me and my friends
surrendered to doubt
Life-changing decisions
And dank memes
Not know what we are feeling
Not knowing what we want
Not knowing who are
Since we have so much time
We love to waste it all
Give me a friend to talk to
There's too much going on
Waiting for the revolution
Watching tiktok on the computer
Reading novels on socialism
What is your political compass?
Hearing the same song again and again
Left wing or right wing,which path do we take
Contemplating the economy,measuring the pain
Doing silly trends,to be up with our friends
Gold fish attention span
Choose a poison,choose a clan
We have so many plans but don't ask our plans
Be obnoxiously silent or be obnoxiously loud
Time to get real,time to fool around
Learning about the world
It seems awesome and f-ed up
The adults have ruined it
Now we have to clean up
Confusion is an ally
We are horny,young teens
Oh no,damnit
Feelings of love begin
Hey god if you are real
Can you email me the address
Because I am unable to find the pincode
of true happiness?
Take us to the yesterday
Take us to the future
What to do,what to do
Killed by confusion
Dont judge,you were once like this too
I don't know what I want to mean
But I get a pass
I'm confused,I'm eighteen
You cannot understand us
Because neither can we
Que sera sera
Whatever will be,will be
(Note-the poem may feel repetitive because so is life)
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