We
Are a Broken
Generation…
You see it in our eyes,
Hear it on our lips,
Feel it in our touch…
You’re a FOOL if you don’t notice it…
Those terrified screams in the dark,
Crying for help,
That reach your ears as mere whispers
The pain we so desperately want you to see in our eyes,
Only for it to be drowned out by forced laughter
Those signs we NEED you to see…
But you turn a blind eye…
Oblivious…
So what else can we do?
We’ve screamed!
We’ve pleaded!
And now there’s nowhere to turn…
Except…
Maybe…
Within ourselves.
We retreat further within ourselves
Further into the darkness of confusion
And once we get so far,
We are past help…
That’s when you see the scars,
That’s when you hear the cries for help
Echoing off the walls of your memory
That’s when you see
That maybe
Just maybe
We have problems too.
We see things you never notice
We read between the lies
Of everything you say.
And that eats away at us.
Slowly making us invisible
Except for the scars.
That’s all you can see anymore.
The scars...
But it’s too late.
