Generation Gap

Cries of a fifteen year old

1.

Do they see my pain? Tell me if they can,

Do they hear my cries do they understand?

2.

They murmur about the way I walk, the way I dress,

 About the very thoughts I express,

But can they even see my deepest fears,

And in my heart, the burdens that linger there?

Yet they try to tell me, to convince me that they really care.

3.

Adults!!! Sometimes, I detest the very word!!

Do they think that because they’re older, they should always be heard>

I’ sure they also struggled with very things I’m going through, so who gives them the right to crtiticize?

Tell me who?

4.

How can this be fixed, this chasm so wide?

How can it be mended, this great divide?

Should I make the first stride?

Should I dare tell them that I’m only 15, not 55?

5.

Well, I’ll make that first leap; I’ll put my heart on the line,

I’ll try my best to be loving patient and kind,

So don’t put me down, with snide comments,

Help me grow, be my friend!

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