Mindless Youth
Your lack of sincerity is staggering.
My voice is shoved down by your mindless squalling.
You say nothing valuable, but that doesn't hinder your never ending chatter.
I've learned to be silent, rather than compete with your overwhelming splurges of verbal vomit.
When was the last time you spoke about anything worthwhile?
I can only think that useless thoughts make up a useless person.
How dare you try and scream at me about your uneventful life and your petty conflicts!
I want to know if you fear about the future or believe in our existence or have any emotion other than dramatic annoyance.
This time, you should keep quiet and hear someone else for once.
Other things exist besides hallway crises and parental frustrations.
Now is the time to better your person, adolescents is fleeting.
Grown individuals don't want to hear you snarl about your mild inconveniences.
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