Way Ward

Grievances of Today's Generation

I think something has broken in this generation of ours;

There are too many smiles in the faces, and too much sorrow in their eyes.

I've seen exhaustion dripping in each step they take,

A shadow of regrets always trailing behind,

This generation, burdened by some anonymous expectations,

Is too tired to carry on.

Perhaps their grades matter more;

Maybe the chances they didn't take are winning the race;

Or... maybe, the broken hearts have left too much of a void inside, sucking up the life.

Whatever it may be...

The failures and the disappointments are catching up fast,

And if this continues, our generation won't last.

The looming over depression is making everyone bleed,

Some the hearts, some the wrists.

But, wrists aren't canvasses,

The blade isn't a brush,

Blood isn't the colour to paint your masterpiece with.

Let that monster clawing at your ribs out,

It was never the one to be contained.

Defy the rules,

Your mistakes don't define you.

Neither does  your failures, nor do your grades.

It is fine if you don't want to live up to anyone's expectations or demands.

If you don't want yourself stamped with a stereotypical label.

Sometimes, in a war between good and evil,

It's the monster that wins.

But, don't be afraid of them,

They are yours, always.

And, they would never harm you.

Because sometimes, it's the monsters that protect us.

So stop running away from them.

Just walk with them, hand in hand, just once.

And see what wonders darkness has to offer.

Because I believe that this generation can be repaired,

Only if we love the whole of ourselves;

The good, the bad, and the worst.