They had it easy back then,
Having five dollars was considered a win.
Now, we're busting our asses,
And they pressure us to pass all our classes.
Of course, they all had choices,
But still they wouldn't listen to our voices.
They blame everything on us,
Constantly throwing us under the bus.
Oh, how perfect they want us to be,
Socializing with the community.
They tell us we're never good enough,
As if they live in a world of fluff.
They never allow us to reason,
Their mood changes like a Texas season.
Hopefully, with us, things won't be the same,
Why should we put our descendants to shame.
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Just a Little Bit of My Mind
PoetryA collection of poems that narrates my deepest thoughts, dreams, fantasies and emotions. My mind wasn't built to be the greatest, just expressive. "The truth is no one can save me, that's why everyone leaves me You disappeared The rest think I'm too...
