I need to be alive right now.

Alive, like fireworks of last

Night, I am the smoke after

The fireworks, teenage years.

 

See, children are fireworks, bright

Beautiful, colorful, and then teenagers

Are the smoke, dull, drifting, but

Floating, free, sad, but free as hell.

 

Then adults are carried away, fade

Into money and suits and accomplishments

That don't mean anything, PH.D means

You're a good person? I have an acronym for you,

 

B.S! How do I not change like this?

I can't avoid it, it's rushing towards me

Like a train, and my brain will race and race

Until I fade away, into being polite and sweet

 

And never speaking up, I love a lot of adults

But just because I love them doesn't mean I

Love everything they do. I don't love it when

They hide how mad they are, hide what's real

 

Stop hiding! Just stop!

There's a word for this,

and that word is

Society.