Why the Youth?

Why is there so much pressure put on the young?

Why the Youth?

I’m not sure where to begin.

It could have began at anytime.

The things that drag us down

Usually go unnoticed

Until the knife is to our neck

When it's either make

Or brake.

What's the point.

Why is everything based on one point

One point of my life where I couldn’t be weaker

Where confusion is as common as the pimples on my face

Don’t they say that “youth is wasted on the young”

Why put so much weight in it then?

The lack of caring is what is cutting into me

If only caring came as easy as tears.

If sadness was an ‘A’

Then I’d be in Harvard