I feel sick,
Both literally and figuratively.
I’m sick from my unending train of thoughts.
From my mental roller coaster rides
I feel sick to my stomach
Sickened by society.
Sick of people and sick of life
Sick of all the people I let into my life
Thinking they were good for me,
When they were not.
Sick of them all being the same:
Same mindset, same heart,
Same rebellious behaviour.
They all
Try their utmost best
To be different, to be cool.
Not knowing that them being themselves
Is them
being different.
They do drugs to fit in,
Turn against God to fit in,
Quit school to fit in,
Have sex to fit in.
Sex?
Something to be enjoyed,
Something to take you higher,
Something you do for YOU,
For self fulfilment.
But for them?
They are not doing it for themselves.
It is done to deliver a statement.
It is done to portray an image of liberation.
But no.
They are anything but liberated.
Is it liberation
When your every thought and action
Belongs to someone else?
Is it liberation
When everything you do
Is influenced by someone else?
By someone you look up to,
Someone you want to be like.
You turned away
From yourself,
Rejected yourself.
You wanted to be cool,
Not realising that
The art of being cool
Is mastered by yourself.
Accepting yourself,
Taking yourself
As is.
Not
Changing who you are
To fit into a generation of mindless kids.
These kids
Who know nothing but suffering.
These kids
Ruin their lives:
They spend their lives turning into Something they don’t know,
Something they cannot handle,
Something that destroys them.
Now
They are on the streets, they are slaves
Because they turned to drugs
That were too far
out of their rich.
Bending over backwards
For their next high.
They have turned away
From their youthful selves,
Partying with older men
To prove to the world that
They have grown.
Look at them now
Some are sitting with sexual illnesses
Some with fatherless kids
...
The youth?
a lost generation of mindless souls doing they're utmost best to fit in
and that
is problem of the youth
A bunch of beautiful kids with talents without barriers who just couldn't accept themselves and now they're sitting with broken dreams
That
Is the problem of the youth.
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Poetry"You turned away From yourself, Rejected yourself. You wanted to be cool, Not realising that The art of being cool Is mastered by yourself. Accepting yourself, Taking yourself As is" A bunch of standalone poems I wrote in the darkness of my room o...
