Un-Ode to Bermudas: "Suffering"

I'm tired of feeling
you're flowered and laced prose
that shout the unconventional
or so you think.
where everything is criticized
"Fuck America"
"marriage and religion are institutional"
"conformity shits on your mind"
but there is something that you forget
everytime you try to wring everyone's necks
that you're not the only one "suffering"
you're not the only white middle class teen
that is consistently "confused" or "heartbroken"
how many years of experience have you had
that qualifies you for this?
"depression", unorthodox "girlfriends", "nonconformity", "civil disobedience"
you honestly have it all don't you? oh, my sincere regards.
but then, what about your
loving family, friends, school, house...
you threw it all away
to "find" the "meaning of life"?
when are you going to wake up
out of this dream you dub a "nightmare"?