Narcissus reborn,

that's what they like to say.

We're too caught up in ourselves

to have it any other way.

Too drained to talk back to the voices,

our anger we keep at bay.

If they bothered to pay some attention,

the truth would be plain as day.

The truth is that we're restless,

pretending to be okay.

Our bodies in their presence and swaying.

our minds so far away.

They call us the weak generation,

is what we're living child's play?

Do they not see us watching 

the world around us decay?

The world that surrounds us is shifting,

fading an ugly gray.

They believe that we shed light on issues

in a manner deemed too risque. 

Then should we leave it up to them

to ignore or overplay?

We ask them to leave the dramatizations

for the big screen and Broadway.

Yes, this affects many,

much to our dismay.

But they should refrain from calling us crazy,

or telling us we just need to pray.

They just wouldn't understand,

and it's just so hard to convey.

This is our situation,

I beg they forgive the delay.

I'm not sure if they'll even listen,

but farewell to them,

good day.

-  the selfish

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