We are so Young to be this way
Messed up from deep within. Looking Away.
Fed up in every sense. Searching Answers.
We Cry with no Tears. Ears so blocked.
We smile with fears. Lie sincere.
We are racing Youth. We are Forgotten Truth.
We never Express we never Expect.
We Love to hate and We Hate to Love.
Gen Z is what we are called.
Maybe Generation of Zombies is what we are.
YOU ARE READING
Unspoken
PoetryWords that are not spoken. Some by choice, some by Life and some by you.
