This Generation
Nobody is who they say, but everyone says who they are
And to find someone who is real is a tad beyond bizarre.
What irks me about this whole conclusion
Is that when I try to explain it, I am only looked at with confusion.
We go our whole lives trying to meet expectations,
Even if that means losing individuality, and becoming an imitation.
What nobody sees is that we are only creating our own invitation
To a place that the majority seems to despise,
The stereotype of this generation.
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