As I look out onto the dark streets of rain it pours down my face like a crying heart. No one will listen to us and they wonder why we don't. Trust isn't given freely. We're still waiting for you to notice that, and until u do we'll be here rebellious and unaffected by your every move. While the adults sleep we're out on the streets manipulating plans to escape the jail cell we were put in at birth. Vandalism and crimes to get back at the community. Nothing matters because to them we're hopeless souls anyway. They use us to do their dirty work because they think we don't know the meaning of the word "no". In the next generation when we control the world then u will remember us and wish you had our trust.
