Mirror, Mirror in the Hall...
Youth of the nation, generation X, but that's not my identity, that's not me. You say I have no dreams, no direction in this life, no where to go, no hope at all. My music's too loud, my art is trash, you know me for my four letter words. I'm disrespectful, unworthy of your time. So tell me how it is you know me? Did you read my autobiography? Cuz you know I haven't written it yet. Or did you find it in the stars or deep within your astrological charts? Perhaps you saw it on the face of a teen mother or drug addict. Maybe in the eyes of a depressed, suicidal friend of mine. Or could it have been in the ritualistic eating habits of my dying friend who bases her beauty on what you put in magazines? Cause I know it wasn't good enough for you to take her worth, you had to have her mind and body too. You play your political games, changing the rules so you can squeeze around them just a little bit easier. Or maybe we could just break the rules for you so you can yell at me when I turn my back on you. I'll never be good enough for your twisted, faltered standards and I'll never live up to your preconceived notions of my failure. I will never be the hopeless, lost, drug-addicted, teen mother you expect me to be. I have dreams, I have direction and I will show you what I am made of. I will not speak of your generation's downfalls for that would make me like you. However, the holes you've made, my generation will fill so that we can build the nation and society that we dream of and you shattered. We will not allow our children to grow up in a society where the way out is through your own blood and a razor and beauty is in your weight, where drugs are like candy in high school halls and angry teens gun down innocent peers, where the standards of the previous generation are so heavy that they are suffocated for the air of imagination and creativity and they are forced to believe they are worth nothing just because older generations do not see it. Maybe I should take you down the halls of time and let you see your own reflection so you can ask, "Mirror, mirror in the hall, who's the most dysfunctional of them all?" It's hard when you're faced with cold truth in your own relfection, isn't it? Now you know how it is for me every morning.