haven’t the heart to tell you
is not the reality
we had dreamed of,
we had believed in delusions,
for the firm purposeness of adulthood
to transform hesitant tip-toes
into wide, obnoxious strides — fearless;
armed with self-conviction and direction.
but I instead find myself welcomed
into a world more confounding, feral and chaotic
than the millennials’ childhoods,
have grown weak-willed and entitled,
drunk on “Me!!!1!11!!!!!!!!” and luxuries;
— what a pity.
We were born damned;
suffocated by the fear of mistakes;
disenchanted by societal decay
bleeding money into ‘hol(e)y’ economies, educations
and dysfunctional relationships
held together by manic smiles and sad, wild eyes.
from the clarity I’d dreamed of as a child;
I am left whispering: