D.A.Y.S. (daily and youthful struggles)
Iím caught up with the D.A.Y.S.
Even though Iím young, I donít belong with my generation
I donít know what people are saying when they send me a message
Deciphering the contents take up most of my concentration.
I start off my D.A.Y.S. with bed hair
No matter how much I comb it, it still looks like a lionís mane
Iím also paranoid about getting fat; why canít we just survive off air?
Iím often admired for my beauty instead of my brain.
Omg, lol, brb; what is this mysterious code?
I know people are lazy, but this is just ridiculous
Whenever I use common grammar, people look like theyíre about to explode
Iím stressed about performing well academically while other women want to look fabulous.
People call me ďodiosaĒ just because Iím comfortable to stay by myself
I donít feel the need to constantly talk just to hear my own voice
Many people donít like me because I ďbreak the spellĒ
That keeps people in la-la land; on the contrary, they should rejoice!
ďPeople often appear bright until they speakĒ
That saying is so damn true and Iíll point it out
My quiet personality deludes people into believing that Iím weak
On the contrary, Iíll ignore your provocations and leave you to pout.
I donít know why I must suffer the D.A.Y.S
Men often boast about their dicks and how much theyíve grown
Iím socially awkward enough as it is
But even Iíd try to make a conversation instead of looking at my phone.
Ttly, Shar; wtf is that?
Oh crap, Iíve just typed like the droning bees do
So many of my generation act like spoiled brats
They donít say my full name; they donít even spell out ďyouĒ.
Thank God Iíve passed through puberty
The physical changes were awkward enough, but I couldnít stand the girls my age
Hormonal teenagers would often use the empty space by my locker as an opportunityÖ
To have an intense make-out session; our ideals are not on page.
Bullies are vicious, and the competition is tough
I mind my own business, yet people want to stick their nose in mine
People commented that the reason why I donít have a boyfriend is because Iím rough
This is what I have to deal with my D.A.Y.S, though I donít like to whine.
Itís hypocritical of me to use an acronym to describe how I canít stand them and other things
Though I suppose eventually Iíd get caught up with some norms from my generation
Women my age may only care about the bling
Maybe the younger people can set up a better foundation.
Written by LunasChild8
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