tired of being young,

terrified of what I’ll become

scared I’ve wasted my childhood,

mind drunken on the lies of hollywood

they say life doesn’t start till 30,

when you know yourself, happy and carefree,

but i need to know yesterday, if possible,

for colleges, the answer isn’t optional

stress is the only constant of teenage years,

minds slaughtered by constant fears,

we’re supposed to rule the world, but how,

when the world wants to kill us now?

too young to know, too old to ask,

too late to hide behind a better mask,

to die of old age is wishful thinking,

when we stare down oblivion, eyes unblinking

(insipience [n.]- lack of wisdom; foolishness)