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Is it okay
that I’ve given up
that I have stopped believing in
Any kind of hope for
us dark-thinking teens?
Is it okay
that I’ve bitten all my nails
again,
That my anxiety is so intimidating
I plan my every move
to please it?
Will it all disappear
When the hormones smooth out
and we lock ourselves in cramped college dorms
or become working professionals
with fake families?
It’s hard to believe.
But you don’t really care,
Do you?
you say all we need
Is attention
But we are not getting any
no matter how vulnerable we
make ourselves
no matter how much skin we show
no matter how much we scream
all alone in an
Empty bathroom stall
No matter how much
we hope to god
someone at least says hello
I can’t peg down this feeling, so I say
I’m tired.
We are the sleepless generation and
“Tired”
Is the excuse of the century
exhaustion has become an emotion
because saying we’re ‘depressed’
is attention-seeking
And, after all
we’re leaning on 3 hours of sleep
Due to the milky insomnia
and why don’t they care
that the youth dreams of a happiness
that we’ll never get
because nothing changes
The world is still plastic
(but my mouth still tastes like metal).
And we don’t morph into geniuses
with perfect nails overnight.
maybe I’ll just
Wear pink and cut my hair
and hope it changes me.
Fin.