Stereotypes
By LKilby
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Non-stop motion, a continuous flow;
The life of a teenager.
Staying up late with mates, playing games 'n' chillin' around.
Don't get me wrong, we aren't yobs of youth's.
We don't stab, or steal or seeth or shout!
We're relaxed; We're glared at by a society,
Now bred to abandon us, and they wonder why we glare back;
Is it so hard to see that we are merely mirrors?
Sure, there are the pricks of the world;
They truly are every inch they are made out to be.
But we aren't, and yet we are suspected to be.
Glare's from you burn my day down.
Chav's, Emo's, Goth's, Yob's, Skater's, Scene's.
All of these stereotypes, I've been called them all;
Villified as them all.
Yet, I don't drink in public, smoke underage, or at all.
I've never broken a law more than a common man.
Yet, I'm villfied by you;
Glared at by you.
Hated by your blind, dark eyes.
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very true and not at all
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Iam a mum of 56 and I
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new Lkilby I enjoyed your
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New LKilby Thanks being
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