A few things inspired this. One was enough caffeine to make my heart feel like it was going to explode. Another inspiration was this worthlessness that I'd feel because I'd never know the depth of the tribulations my parents went through to escape Vietnam and afterward. Finally, I looked back to my middle school days, when I was a walking emotional train wreck that spat at everything. In this poem I might be talking to an unstable version of myself, to the wisdom of my parents, and/or to a person living in an undeveloped country, envying or despising American youth. Whom shall I dedicate this to?