"kids these days," The old men sigh. "They never get anything right." They don't see Our sleepless nights Our tears, our thoughts, our doubts, Why we act, Or anything about us. They think the world Is all butterflies and rainbows When it's really just Ash and stone. We think we're not enough We think we don't fit in We wonder if we are too much Or if we are missing something within. We think we don't have manners We think we cannot smile We wonder when this torture ends, And if it's worth the while. We feel the need to smile, To act like we're okay, But deep down we know the truth, We are starting to decay. We see right from wrong of course, We just want to feel seen. We can never express ourselves Or the pain that lies beneath. They wonder why we're sad They wonder why we're depressed But if they opened their eyes They would realize why We cut ourself And hang ourself And do our makeup How we dress, Is our level of stress, For we never feel enough. We doubt ourselves in every way On every twist and turn We wonder why, We can't seem to Fit in with all the rest. Open your eyes, You'll see the pain And bags under our eyes, "Kids these days" Is such a big, fat lie..
