Witness to Dying Dreams

I watched the passion of my generation decay under the pressure of parents, the yells of the yellow-bellied yes men, the stress of a society which demands perfection
The dedication and determination dies after the twenty-third denial
The private is forced public except in politics
On our own, we learned not to trust, not to love, not to leave alone
We learned to live in fear of peer pressure, but drown in parental post traumatic stress
The less we know the better off we’ll be, criticized for acting lazy when we’re frozen because they never bothered to teach us to live in the world they decimated
We preach love in a world full of hate, and have our speeches thrown out as idiotic dreams and diminished as fairy tales, but we don’t have the hope of living happily ever after.