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Generation Extermination
Not a very happy girl living
in a self centered generation.
I can't find solace in any
parentation.
Nor the penetration of the needle found.
The blood curdling at every echoed sound.
Not another selfie from a stupid teen.
Trying to fit into the social scene.
Or criticism from the parent who acts younger than I.
And all they seem to know what to do is deny.
Because what it comes down to
is that we're feeding off the scraps.
The result of your faults.
Not ours.
Or the stars.
Blame the friends.
Blame the wine.
Blame all the sins we've done
by monkey see, monkey do.
Because what it comes down to is that
what we do, we learn from you.
Lecture all the while lying
all your worthwhile.
We are the generation that took after you.
The dogs on a tight leash and choked.
Because you didn't want to let go.
Tugging us back and forth on what you think is right
and what is wrong.
Forgetting that our individualities are what count.
Not how we look or how we speak.
Not the age of our mothers when they had us
or the father that held us.
We learn to live a life that we cannot call our own.
Because your generation has made us rotten and so
in a self centered generation.
I can't find solace in any
parentation.
Nor the penetration of the needle found.
The blood curdling at every echoed sound.
Not another selfie from a stupid teen.
Trying to fit into the social scene.
Or criticism from the parent who acts younger than I.
And all they seem to know what to do is deny.
Because what it comes down to
is that we're feeding off the scraps.
The result of your faults.
Not ours.
Or the stars.
Blame the friends.
Blame the wine.
Blame all the sins we've done
by monkey see, monkey do.
Because what it comes down to is that
what we do, we learn from you.
Lecture all the while lying
all your worthwhile.
We are the generation that took after you.
The dogs on a tight leash and choked.
Because you didn't want to let go.
Tugging us back and forth on what you think is right
and what is wrong.
Forgetting that our individualities are what count.
Not how we look or how we speak.
Not the age of our mothers when they had us
or the father that held us.
We learn to live a life that we cannot call our own.
Because your generation has made us rotten and so
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