Children of my century
Are forced to turn the tides,
When every single wave,
Comes crashing down
With the single force of a tsunami.
Forced to carry the weight
That our forefathers could not.
We were told to burn a corpse
And bury any feeling.
Haven't you heard?
Any emotion —
And we're hysterical.
We were raised
In the aftermath of a war
That never happened.
We speak out at injustice,
And scream at your false righteousness,
Only to be shut down
With your incessive ignorance.
Our sole right,
Was to be silenced.
So, if there's a reason,
I'm not suicidal,
Just a person with too many words,
And all the symptoms,
Of everything I am not.
It's because I am wanted.
I, am wanted alive,
We, are wanted alive.
We are here to fix what was broken,
And destroy what shouldn't have been made.
We are here to live and thrive.
Not, to be choked,
By those,
Who think massacre
Is the way to save lives.