I can’t remember
A time
When we had the bliss
Of youth
A time
When the adolescent generation
Wasn't faced
With such a perilous future
They expect us to succeed
But they’ve set us up for failure
How can we thrive
In a world
Where tensions rise
Where World War III is a concern
Where your opinion is so harshly judged
You can’t speak freely anymore
How can the adolescent generation
Be expected
To save the human race
When all we’ve ever known
Is how to harm it?
I close the windows
Lock the doors
Turn off the lights
I don’t ever want to leave this room.
I am tired of drowning
In a world
That has never prepared me to swim.
There are ten days left until the first day of my freshman year,
And I am fearful.
Fearful of drowning under the thrashing waves,
For I have been taught to survive
but never to truly live.
One day,
you will feel pain so excruciating it becomes abstruse. You will feel numb, detached from the world, lost in a void of darkness.
Comments
I hear your concerns, and want to validate them. There's a lot that the older generations have done and are currently doing to muck up the world for young people, when it comes to climate change, wars overseas, etc. But we can't lose hope! There is still so much to live for and to strive for, if we can remember to look for it. (Or at least there's always love, in any case -- love for our friends, family, pets, and someday-partners.)
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