Over there is our generic teenager
One who has a bold mental illness major
Or so they proclaim with happiness
And that's how their grades are nothingness
They wear T-shirts and jeans or shorts
And text failed late night reports
Showing he is unique
Depression is his speak
Holding up his beloved insomnia
He is like a faker with dyssomnia
Oh, of all the effort to label
He can claim to be incapable
Even with the world supporting him
He lies to himself on many whim
Of all the things in the world, wisdom became a titanic clown
Yet a simple unhuman monkey could reverse anyone’s frown.
Calvin Do