My Generations Heartache Poem by Annabel Lee

The easy way out ends up harder most times and the fun that we seek ends up jaded and cheep. The pressure to fit in somewhere to take part and feel together, the stupid things we try that makes the ones who love us cry. We nurse our wounded pride and our scars we try to hide, when our innocence is gone and our childlike faith has died.
We cannot ttrust our brothers to lead us the way we should go, we can't even imagine a heart as white as snow. We doubt our God and Father, the Son and Holy Ghost when He is the one we should be leaning on the most. We have not asked forgiveness, we tell ourselves we don't need it but that is a lie and the devil will love to feed it.
I am writing to tell you that you are loved and more than needed so turn your style around my friend before you are defeated.