Maybe the trauma of my past plays a part
Of the feelings in my heart that dont match my head.

“Walk right up to you,
To the root of your throne
And stare, expectant

Cup in hand, thirst in soul
Ready to drink, and just demand:
I yell and raise the cup to you –

‘Forgive me!’

I am a hypocrite child, a mockery to your blamelessness
Please grant me eyes true,
And a tongue that knows honesty unimpaired -

‘I’m Sorry, My God.’

Fake smiles.....broken hearts
Betrayal.....tears
Sleepless nights....depression
Caught in our own minds...
We are the sad generation.


Brightest smiles....beautiful hearts
True love.....ambled souls
Sleepless nights....fireflies and moonlight
Caught in their euphoric world
They were the 90's generation.