Shallow hearts fill this hall
my tortured mind screams for help
damned souls spinning around me
they think with there eyes
in me they think I'm ugly
because that's what they see
Some how i try to help
these self absorbed brats
so what do i get as thanks?
scars, some visible, some not
taunted,kicked,hit, and jeered
and they wonder why I'm dead inside
I hate my generation
yeah, I'll admit it's true
all of there vanity
to me it's just stupidity
they think with there eyes
for there mind is hallow
Shallow hearts fill this hall
hallow minds fill there bodies
I hate teens
I hate life
I even hate this poem
god, I can't do anything right
