It’s 2022 and I’m not sure any teenager is happy anymore
Depression and anxiety on an all-time rise along with smartphones and social media
A new world
No one wanted
But participates in with their hands tied
One with squares people scroll past
Filled with girls who use to pick their teeth
With my bones
And spit them out
On the bathroom walls
Adulthood isn’t looking too great either
A digital graveyard of the dead among the living
Who suffer five days to spend two days
Thinking about the next five
And call it living
Comparing ourselves to the ultra-successful 1% of the world seems like a slight set up to me
Although that didn’t stop me from watching every single episode of Kardashians last summer
Maybe I should make a sex tape
In my defense it was the summer I realized I was gay after youtube searching girls kissing every night for a week
I thought that was when everything changed for me
But then I got a new neighbor
I used to think it would never come knocking at my door
That four lettered word I've seen girls scrape their knees for
That feeling you get when the ocean washes over your feet and demands you to look up
The pounding in your ribcage at the thought of it.
I would hear it in my home but it somehow sounded empty
You came to me that random day in July
Across the street in a golden ray
It has filled me from my soles to my crown when the corners of your mouth touch your ears
Both of us have spent most of our lives dreaming to be normal
Only to find out
We were never made to look like the others
And there she is
I think both of us were made to die
Like God gave us some fucked up mold
To cram all of our trauma into
And call it a life
But we are here to stay
This is a story about us.
