My Generation

The ones who always ask for a vacation. Is just a bunch of teens. In the middle of this crazy segregation. That we've been trying to avoid by all means. We're all in the middle of this war. A true battle of emotions and peace. That has taken over and made some teens dark to the core. And others, well just decided to give themselves grieving release. The battlefield? Is in our fragile minds. And the weapons? Are words and our own voices. So many words, so many different kinds. And even with so many voices, you think my generation would have more choices. Physically glowing, but mentally fading. In the hands of others who say they understand. Our suicidal tendencies and hiding our murderous feelings, masquerading. We whisper help as loud as we can. Calling to people hoping they will help and stay. But we realize there no one, so we all just ran. And it's crazy because that's just a teens mentality in one day. Our texting is our way to express. Us being rude, is holding it in for too long. And then we ask, is this Gods test? Because if it is, maybe we're getting all the answers wrong. We live in our music. And drift in our songs. To get away from a world so sick. And make life seem a little less long. We obsess over our phones. More than we ever will with family. We talk to them with such a dead tone But text random people happily. My generation. We really are one of a kind. We wanted to change and make a new creation. But instead, were stuck with the fault of the last generation.