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What’s the point of living if I can’t be myself?
I'll be homeless and unhappy
And destructive
You'll continue to be sappy
You'll continue living your life complaining about everything
While I’ll keep my mouth shut because according to you, my problems don’t matter
Baby boomers being controlling yet again
Thinking I owe you when you made me into this bitter, broke, batter
I'm a millennial who lost hope
I'm seen as spoiled and lazy because I see that there’s no use
All I ask is that you don’t take the last thing I have to my ugly name
You get away with it and I'm so tired of the emotional abuse
I need to get old quick
So that I can take control of my life, my world, my planet, my states
I want to take care of this planet and make life better for future generations
You only cared about you; you’re going to go through Hell’s gates
I'm not going to have kids
Well at least not when you’re alive
You are more offensive than a confederate flag or a swastika
If you set eyes upon your gorgeous grandchildren they could break out in hives
I don’t want my offspring to have to see this society you’ve created
A world of tests and pressure
Setting us up against our own generation, giving us trust issues
I can’t wait for you to become extinct for a refresher
You won’t be able to barge in
Testing us to see just how much we can endure before we break at the bones
And when we break, you leave us alone to suffer with the deformities
When you hear our groans,
You convince yourself that we don’t have any problems that are worse,
Than yours
The millennial generation work themselves into insanity
While you insult us, pampered, careless, narcissistic, your words contaminate our pours
We are forced to wear those insults
We wear them like expensive designer clothes,
Because we don’t have any money
Baby boomers look for special millennials to overexpose