Every one has a claim to be something,
It seems we are all pyros and the such,
We all sink low into what is known as depression,
We all cut and scar our delicate skin with blood,
We all like to think we are something we aren’t,
Blasphemy and lies litter our nightmares,
All of us unique and all of us the same,
What is this? You dare to question us?
We hate you in the same sentences as love,
We don’t want to listen to what you have to say,
You’re just stupid and outdated in this time,
In the future we will take your place as adults,
Hey wait doesn’t that mean we turn into you?
No I will never be like you I am different from that,
What do these claims matter when every one says them?
Worthless and meaningless to all who have them.
