Nightcrawler
Are we really this dirty generation,
or are we just aiming for what we
believe youth should look like – I can’t tell.
Why did we start doing drugs in middle school?
In a suburban community, no less.
Are we really fucking angry? I think we’re angry for sure,
actually. But I think we wear it
like armor
and exaggerate it
when we can
because that’s what we’re supposed to do.
Why is that what we’re supposed to do?
Have we been hurting each other this long
that the grain of sand,
the heat of hate
is raging in our DNA?
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