Teen Spirit

We drank to fake confidence,
enough to convince ourselves
we were doing what we wanted.

To expect more seemed conceited,
delusions of grandeur, just who
does she think she is?

We believed everyone was having
fun and if we did it long enough
then we would too.

If only we’d listened to those
who tried to tell us there was
always another way.

I’m amazed we made it
out alive (some didn’t).

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