English Poem on Exaggerating Teenage Trauma
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I was walking down the road
Was able to see both sides of a coin
One side people were driving their luxurious Ford
The other side was too petrifying to join
Some people complain, some other gain
Lets take our current generation
They talk about pain, forgetting that we were once in the same lane
Filled with anger, stuffed with frustration.
The first side I talked about was the Adults
And the second, todays generation
Having a great I.Q level with remarkable results
Misconceptions, unlimited complains and a low accomodation
Let me write it in another way
This wasn’t a very long ago
It was just another day
And here I go.
They don’t know the true meaning of suffering.
You suffered? Just because you didn’t get to wear your new earring?
Shut up girl. I said, no one is hearing.
Mom! I suffered a lot!
Who made you suffer, huh? Mickey Mouse?
Or your own unrealistic imaginary spouse?
Grow up buddy; stop acting like an underage louse.
You complain because your father didn’t get you a new phone.
Maybe he has some bigger problems and the bank isn’t providing him any loan.
You aren’t satisfied with your limited gadgets to play,
Get out of your house; you’ll see many beggars, nowhere to stay.
Your Mother scolded you? Treated you like a bird in a stupid cage?
Well guess what? That stupid cage is far better than an orphanage.
You’re crying? Why? Your friend fought with you?
Don’t cry stupid. You’re lucky, you’ve got friends too.
Ask all those people who all are tagged by the name #Forever_Alones.
They are just a body, without any help, without any bones.
You don’t realise how many things you’ve got until you lose them,
Live your life, don’t wait for any mayhem.
Respect what you’ve got,
Don’t regret anything,
Salute your life.
Not sure about your future?
Pick up a dice,
Roll it up and let your destiny choose its way.
This much is cool for today,
Thank you and have a nice day.
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