We live today in a world where we must fit a mold. Where they make us squeeze tight to fit just right. In every category we must fit. For example we all try to be so different but end up the very same. We are told how many words to write.
But what if I don’t want my writing extended that long?
What if I need it to be very minimal?
Well that’s too bad
It must be how all the other writes have it.
I’m tired of it, now I feel like breaking the mold.
No one reads these and that’s okay as long as I can use this as some kind as an outlet.
I don’t need it fit into the rules and guidelines
I don’t want to be paid
I want for once for one tiny second to just be heard
I am young I’ll give you that, but when did that mean I and my options don’t matter
At a young age when we try to find ourselves
Why does being young matter when it comes to amount of shit you go through
Kids these days have it rough
I bet everyone shouts no
But it is true eight kids have killed themselves in one high school this year
If that doesn’t yell fucked up I don’t know what will
Rape is more now than ever but no one chooses to talk about it
Why can’t we stand up and scream for the things we are feeling
We grow up without fathers and mothers
So then who cares about us?
Who cares if I complain that this my writing must be 600 words long my mind cannot extend that far
Without doubling back on the shit I already said
And who cares about generation Z
Everyone’s tired of us
About the Creator
Skylar Cribb
This is how I choose to control what's going on inside my soul
Stay tuned
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