When you start to realize how people are you think and say what is life the days were sad the days were low we tried to hide but we still glow we stand out life moves slow I think of life like a fantasy but that's never going to come true it's a cruel cruel world race and profanity words are like fire they burn, friends turn into your enemies "bae" turns into bye, love turns into hate at the end of the day we all are going to have to put on our game face never know if were going to wake up the next day, we was once together, now all they do is kill & play just trying to survive in this place...what happened to  us being cool? I guess we got to play by the New rules 

  • Author: JasmineRay (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2015 18:28
  • Comment from author about the poem: In my generation this is how it is ...this is life
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  • chefeyman

    You ARE your generation. You be you. Let others follow. Keep writing.

    • JasmineRay

      Thank you, i appreciate you taking the time out of your day to read my poem

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