The Kids aren’t Alright

I don’t want to talk about it
And I think that’s fair
To opt out of the survey
To not contribute to this public opinion
To not box myself in
You know I’m living up to the stereotype
I self identify
Do you know what it’s like?
Do you even want to?
You know I can’t sleep at night and I don’t feel him beating inside of me anymore
Like he’s beating somewhere else for something else
Greater than blood distribution beyond the institution
That so gracefully takes the blame again
When it’s people like you
Close minded to anyone who’s not open minded
So selectively open
So respectfully token
Just a pawn in a different game

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