We're screaming
into a vacuum
hoping to be louder
than everyone else.
We're begging
for attention
but no one
will see us.
We're children
with bad haircuts,
looking to someone
who may know more.
We're green ivy
on a broken building,
climbing for sunshine
and dribbling water.
We're the life
where life ends.
We're the Pitiable
with no excuses.
