I'm surrounded.

Not only by the four blue walls that have defined my childhood

But by the same people I see

Over and over and over again each day

 

I'm scared. 

Not because within the next two years I will be done with high school

But because even though I could care

Less about vacant sidewalks and

Flowers on the streets,

I'm not so sure the city will please

 

I'm angry.

 Not because of the hate

That fills streets and sheets

And reaches across states,

But because not enough power-hungry people

That citizens seem to love care enough

To stop what they're doing and say there's been enough

 

I'm upset.

Not because someone else's

first world problems are more important than real-world problems

But because your generation seems to agree

That your riffles and pet guns

Are more important than a 17 year old dying in the streets

 

I'm nervous.

Not because in a few years' time

Everything will have changed

But because we can't predict the future

And know if we as a species will fade