Author's note: Basically, I ranted- in poem form. Enjoy.
"No One"
Enough with the formalities
Enough with morals, hopes, desires, and dreams
The world has never done anything for me
And I doubt you even see or understand
Generation X is no longer listening to your commands
We have our own demands
We rebel because we want to be ourselves
We are no longer under your control
We lose our names
You think we're no longer sane
It's not an insult
We're just putting injustice to a halt
We are sick of ourselves
And of everyone else
The world is a bare wasteland
We are just swirls of trash scattered everywhere
Battered objects no long worthy
Of such insecurities
We are alive yet we are dead
We are the undead
We are twisted mutants
You are the ones who live in bliss
We are dying from the very moment we are born
A sick realization
That hits us as we take our last breath
Who'd thought death had a sense of humor?
We are living in a failing world
We have no way to escape
No vocal cords to scream with
No wonder things are so hard to see
We are here, yet we are not
We are invisible yet in plain sight
And you expect us to live up to all that hype?
We are the demons
Who plague the Earth
Destroying it with our need for survival
We are the angels
Who grace the Earth
With our angelic presence
We are no one yet we are everyone
We have no names
No bodies in which we are content
No wonder we all hide compempt
We can not be satisfied
We are a plague to mankind
We are the human race
And I stand alone in a live
Of useless bodies
I am no one, yet I am everyone
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