The broken ones
Eternal teenagers
Outraged raw
At the arbitrariness
Of unspoken rules
Ceaselessly roaming
The ranks of collectivity
Trying to find a hole
Their impossible shape might fit
Trying to make sense
Where there is no sense
To right the injustice
No one wants to notice
Provoking anger and irritation
In the cold ones
Pity
From the most discerning
Eternally seeking
Eternally hurting