valentine

Why, when the clock strikes twelve, do I not wake?

’Tis the beginning of a brand new day,

Yet I do not shiver, nor do I shake,

For I’m asleep and my mind is away.

Life is hard for a tired young person,

At night, simple things often make us cry.

Our dreams are dead, yet our sobs we worsen;

However, we are all too young to die.

We all yearn to stay like tiny children,

But they all cry out just to be like us.

We will be handed a world to build, then

We are thrown under the adults’ big bus.

We are given regulations and rules

However the world will still be too cruel.