The Choice of a Generation

Just Call Me a Millennial

I was taught I can do and be anything I want to be.

But I was instructed that a spouse and children were the only things you get for free. 

I was directed to believe that what's on the inside mattered more.

But I was scolded for gutting the diamond industry to its core.

I was praised for looking past the vain.

But I was shamed for the extra weight gain.

I was told mental illness was not amusing.

But I was mocked for daring to share my darkest musing.

I was encouraged to live for myself, regardless of what others thought.

But I was dubbed a weirdo for making my own choices.

Parents.

Teachers.

Friends.

All opinions.

All expectations.

All judgments.

Release. 

All I want is a touch of their infinite soul.

All I want is to live inside them just as I am.

All I want is to know I mattered.

Remember me.

Tears of irony, joy, and revulsion roll down as I sit alone in the blackest, sanest corner of my imagination. Eternally lonely. Ethereally strong.