Crying Skies, Rain And Discarded Memories

why are the teenagers depressed?

Nah, we're not depressed you see,

We're merely sad, a little sad,

A bit down, smiles replaced with frowns,

And our good days don't outnumber the bad.

We're lonely in a classroom of fifty,

We're not kids, not adults, we're shifting,

Our thoughts are a dead weight,

And we're not very trained at lifting.

We're constantly talking, or constantly shut,

We're being told off for being hyper,

For dreaming big, we're called nuts.

No one ever listens, or if they do listen,

But they never really understand,

Because they're busy reminiscing,

The memories of their youth,

So they try to re live it through ours.