Kids

Kids are still depressed when they smile,

They can be social and still in exile,

They're still dead when they look alive,

Given the steering wheel before they can drive,

And kids don't understand why,

It matters how they identify,

As who they are,

Or hearts in a jar,

They wanna live, they wanna give,

They don't desire competitive,

To them, let it all be a game,

'Til put in someone else's brain,

And now they fight for a title,

But expectations aren't really vital,

Yet the way they play makes them an idol,

'Cause on the court, there's no recital,

Hate is taught, it stays internal,

Makes the world it's own hellish,

Changes the mind to be nocturnal,

Where affectionate moons feel more maternal,

Even parents feel so god-damned external.

- IADSEKANDCHONZ