They say its love,
But its not love that they say,
it hurts them everyday,
just like the cigar and the ashtray,
comforts the smoker rivers to fail,
they are ready to take their lives,
deep seas to dive,
dig deep they thrive,
they call it effort,
while they fall long short,
They are the product of Tv,
snapchat, insta, and Facebook,
they always wanna fix how they look,
they want us to read their fake book,
they look perfectly,
sound differently,
but they are dying inside quietly,
They put the maker aside,
its people they keep on their side,
they are sad people with happy pictures,
afraid of their own life structure,
they get angry even to the nature,
I see the generation,
of beautiful people with wrong information,
they don't know who to follow,
who to call on,
a friend,
while they all pretend,
waiting at the bus stop,
while it the plane they need in the end,
the 20's generation of I don't care,
they define perfection coz of what they fear,
i am in this generation, I will be here,
I was here,
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