It is kind of funny, you see? How so many people are feeling complete, but, others are admitting to their defeat.

In a world, where we are labeled with lies, with every place we have tried to hide. We are struggling to strand with our last ounce of pride.

Yet, each year, the inner struggle appears in children more and more. In a generation that use to be called newborns, in a generation that are now called the mistakes of broken fate.

Teens, on these judgemental days, believe that beauty will never change throughout age. If you think you are ugly, then god damn it must be true because it is what they want you to say.

We have grown up in a society where: if you look a different way, speak in a different dialect, or act like you are free, you must be filled with a drowning misery.

Because teens aren’t allowed to be comfortable in their own skin. We aren’t allowed to be with who we are.
Yet, in our society, happy is a synonym to broken; like sad is to truth.

And, if anyone tried to break that rhyme and show the truth, they would be forced to swallow pills, medication, and antidepressants. Just so society can knead them into the reflection to be seen.

A reflection built on false accusations and vivid memories. Memories built from a day when we could say how we betrayed by the ones who caused it all. Betrayed by society and their awful ways of trying to get us to behave.

Branding our minds with disney songs to stop us from inflicting them with pain. A pain full of anger, A pain that caused them to realize, we can no longer be contained.