The Golden GenerationA Poem by LaineyThis poem is cut into two different parts. It starts out in first person, but it soon turns to advice given to the general reading audience.
Why should I scare at the sight of my reflection?
Why should I balk at the beauty and perfection? It's like I reach for someone else's complexion, But I shouldn't see past my own reflection. Who am I to judge the people of this world, Wondering and watching at the sickness we've been hurled? Who in their right minds should feel they are better Than those who work and wonder to write their own letters? Confessions to the deities (or whoever they believe) Asking for a glimpse of peace, of relief! Why should we perish at the slightest grain of doubt, When darkness lies beneath and light is all around? I have to remember. Comparisons are made, it's true, But no one will ever be like you. Unique and glorious, it's right. You have a reason to put up a fight. Society can't touch you. However, pain can crush you. Rise above the expectations. Be the golden generation. Don't let them steal your light. Don't let them swipe your thunder. Keep your soul a-blazing And forever let them wonder: What keeps you going? What keeps you alive? There's nothing in this world for you, So how do you survive? Maybe it's the fiery spirit, Maybe it's the alcohol. Maybe it's the constant voice Telling you to show them all. Perhaps it's the well Of your pains and complications That keeps you moving forward in life- The golden generation.
© 2017 LaineyAuthor's Note
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