They yell and scream,

Yet their words make no sense.

It's always one thing

then another and they pummel you,

Grind you to the ground

when no one's around

making you frown

when you want to turn it upside down.

It's a never ending battle

Between youthful gaze

and an experienced daze

where one doesn't understand

And the other reprimands

because they don't see eye to eye

through the fog in their minds.

 

They pick and fight,

yet when someone gets hurt

they are never the first to be blamed

and all you can think

is of an easy way out

from the hateful doubt

'cause you don't know what this is about

and keep going without.

This is death and life

black and white

Fight and flight

you either end it yourself

or your heart is put on the shelf

of stupidity because everything you say

Has nothing to do with today, tomorrow, or yesterday.

 

Those people, the'll tell you,

every agonizing truth there is

and all you can do is accept it

because otherwise you're just

another whining child

forced to run wild

in your imagination

since that's the only place they'll accept you.

It's now or never

It's here or there

It's nowhere or everywhere

either they change with you

or they change without you.

 

But the saddest part of them going without:

You'll never know,     taking an easy out.