Does it take a psychologist to analyze these kids?
Let's be fair.
Minute effort monopolizes
into the panic they bear.
Share with me,
not that glare of minds lost in a dream.
Maybe nothing is what it seems
with lives gashed in the seams,
crashed in ravines,
where calignosity releases their passion.
However, anticipation for greatness is not in fashion;
confidence lacking, or practically completely vacant.
How the hell can you expect patience
while feeling their life is wasting;
at a stalemate, although not complacent.
Simply pleading for understanding
in place of aggravation.
They deserve congratulations.
