not fit for a title, simply a piece

all you boys, with your flavored little toys
and your aspirations to be diferent
all in all you all fit together
you all completley the same
in your thematic diferences

and your anger spills out
and your life plays out like a greek tragedy
and like a nobel figure dying before a flock of followers
your fall is regarded with pomp and circumsance

but you know you mean well, and you know you do
but trying so hard to be different
just makes you that much more like everyone else
because everyone else wants what you want
youth.