Pitiful, All of Them

I see my generation spiriling.
To the pit of blackness,
Sadness, truly.
Seeing all their faces,
stained shoe laces,
their mediocre attitudes,
addictive additive moods.

How can there be hope for us?
Must we sacrifice our freedom,
To redeem our dignity?
Honestly, it's disgusting.
Seeing the lack of character,
fake actors,
The self-pity so that
they indulge their numbed minds
from the rest of the god-forsaken teenagers.

Maybe today, I will make a new choice.
Maybe today, I will sound a new voice.
These situations are tough,
These times are rough,
Perhaps persitance and morals will keep us growing,
and not dwelling in the abyss of the unknowing.