It's all he ever wanted. Him, a stranger sitting next to me...as we both heard all the things that has always been said to us. I felt his anger. I felt his boredom. I too felt it boil in me. My blood is boiling from their stereotypes of our generation. He's tapping his feet in nervousness. He wants to leave and this has only just begun. I want to leave too.
I see the pain in his eyes when I look over at him. He's desperate for change and so am I. But they are the ones who call us rebels when they are the ones who lack understanding...they, only distancing us further. And further we go and further away we shall stay. We don't need your validation.
Originally written on 1st November.
I see the pain in his eyes when I look over at him. He's desperate for change and so am I. But they are the ones who call us rebels when they are the ones who lack understanding...they, only distancing us further. And further we go and further away we shall stay. We don't need your validation.
Originally written on 1st November.
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