D.A.Y.S. (daily and youthful struggles)

I’m caught up with the D.A.Y.S.
Even though I’m young, I don’t belong with my generation
I don’t 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 lion’s mane
I’m also paranoid about getting fat; why can’t we just survive off air?
I’m 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 they’re about to explode
I’m stressed about performing well academically while other women want to look fabulous.
 
People call me “odiosa” just because I’m comfortable to stay by myself
I don’t feel the need to constantly talk just to hear my own voice
Many people don’t like me because I “break the spell”
That keeps people in la-la land; on the contrary, they should rejoice!
 
“People often appear bright until they speak”
That saying is so damn true and I’ll point it out
My quiet personality deludes people into believing that I’m weak
On the contrary, I’ll ignore your provocations and leave you to pout.
 
I don’t know why I must suffer the D.A.Y.S
Men often boast about their dicks and how much they’ve grown
I’m socially awkward enough as it is
But even I’d try to make a conversation instead of looking at my phone.  
 
Ttly, Shar; wtf is that?
Oh crap, I’ve just typed like the droning bees do
So many of my generation act like spoiled brats
They don’t say my full name; they don’t even spell out “you”.
 
Thank God I’ve passed through puberty
The physical changes were awkward enough, but I couldn’t stand the girls my age
Hormonal teenagers would often use the empty space by my locker as an opportunity…
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 don’t have a boyfriend is because I’m rough
This is what I have to deal with my D.A.Y.S, though I don’t like to whine.  
 
It’s hypocritical of me to use an acronym to describe how I can’t stand them and other things
Though I suppose eventually I’d 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.