My Battle, Worlds War.

I don't understand,
the youth today,
even though I'm one of them.
They use drugs and booze,
to bury their pain,
And run away in fear.

Personaly,
I despise the stuff,
And wish it to be destroyed.
But everyday,
It's all I see,
And I can't take anymore.

I wont give in,
I never will,
But it's hard to keep on fighting.
Friends of old,
and new go down,
and follow this idiotic path.

I myself,
tread my own path,
and a break away from their "norm"
I find myself,
alone with the few,
that made it out unharmed.

But there are some,
who wish to change,
and become an angel again.
And that is why,
I stay and fight,
so that they may join me in my battle.