My favorite thing
Is when adults
Have the audacity to ask
Why we are depressed
Maybe it's because
I'm being deprived
Of my basic human rights
Maybe it's because
I get an average
Of four hours of sleep
Each night
Maybe it's because
I'm slowly wasting away
In a chair
While useless facts
Are being shoved down my throat
Maybe it's because
The planet might not
Survive long enough
For me to grow old
Maybe it's because
I'm seen ask a gas station
For men
And not as a human being
Maybe it's because
I'm afraid to walk outside
In fear of being killed
For being me
Maybe it's because
Of you
And me
But will I even live long enough to see?
To see what the problem truly is
Better yet I'll probably be dead,
so I'll just let it be
