A Generation

We wear our heartbreak and heartache
Like badges, like medals of honor,
Like battle wounds earned fighting
For what we believed in. We wear them
Proudly, to the right of our chests
Where our hearts used to be
Before reality burst our dreams
At the seams- We wear them because
It's all we've got left,
The closest thing we still have
To love.

We are changed, our separate yearnings
And beliefs lifting into the air
And colliding softly. Every life
Is a missed connection, lacking direction,
Amongst the white noise and static
And lonely crowds.
We never knew, we knever knew
That emptiness could be this heavy,
And we want out. We sullenly
Stare down at the ground
Not because we are upset, but because
We wonder what the world would look like
If we let its weight fall off
Of our shoulders and shatter.

We are young, and we are blameless,
And we weep with the stars
Because we bear the scars
Of what it's like to be hated
By those who should have loved us.
By those who should have cared for us.
By those who shouldn't ever have left us
On our own and alone when we needed
Them most.

Maybe with them, it wouldn't be this way.
We wouldn't be just another lost generation.
We are Generation Y asking the question of why
And being left to answer it by ourselves.
We want the truth, and the truth is,
No one knows the truth. And so we wander,
Lost of unknown love.
But we'll have plenty of time,
Because we know we'll never die- because
We are young, and we are shameless,
And we are always wanting more
And being left with less.