Confusing Youths; Deformed Hearts

Obtrusive, voices granting all love for the wrong reasons 
Confusion maiming our minds, changing seasons 
Meticulous on appearances, counting every zit on our faces 
Aggravating pain by giving in and causing more, scars leaving its traces 

Dismantling emotion from wrecking you, trying to grow stoical 
Lacking space and air, feeling numb, reluctantly turning emotional 
Acclaiming cosmetics and its mask, exposing body parts, just to feel something 
To feel pain, anything, to make another bell ring 

Sky full of stars and twinkling lights 
Roads of broken cars and worthless fights 
Taking in the acrid air of smoke 
Needing something to choke 

Confusing minds, two parts of each of us 
None are innocent, all heavenly broken and beautiful, doing these because 
 We want to fly, no matter how many conundrums we have 
Counting the stars, abstaining ourselves from these things, some love we need to grab 

Most don't know 
While some don't grow 
An ever after we long for 
We raise our voices once more