No, we are not JUST teens.
We are a movement.
And when we are compelled,
We will revolt.
Let us be who we want to be.
And you just might be left in peace.
We are imperfect.
Boy, do we get that.
We have a lot to experience, you say.
I guess it could be the case.
But we just can’t comprehend that.
Because the whole world just seems to be antagonistic toward us.
Do not restrain us.
Just let us pretend we can predominate the world.
It fills up the craters in our personalities.
Before another encumbrance is hurled toward us.
Oh, leave us.
Leave us be.
Sometimes you start writing something and you just keep writing not knowing where those words are coming from and suddenly you’re done and you take a step back and you realize what you created (just like I created this run-on sentence and only now did I realize)