Trapped in a generation of social terrorization
Where thousands of hearts seek rehabilitation
The halls are filled with the sound of gossip popping like machine guns
And the immature destroy the naive- everyone’s favorite rerun
Who would have guessed teenagers were so temperamental?
Unable to distinguish the innocent from the detrimental
This is a generation of false love, and lost hope
But what else is there possibly to do but cope
Sadly this option may go unaware
There is a tendency to cause destruction without a single care
Some have seeked a permanent vacation
While the value of inner beauty lacks due to the obsession with decoration
Society grasps the minds’ of the young without freeing
Why does this generation place labels upon human beings?
But there is a way out of such misery
It is to create a new code of chivalry
Although slowly deteriorating on the inside
With a smile so misapplied
I compute strength from the hatred lingering in these hallways
For the time will come when I can truly say
This cruel generation has not broken me
And with the endurement of joy and love to survive
It is but hope that has kept me alive