A classic poem by yours truly 🫶🏽 . . GENRE RATION by YLee The consumption of our insecurities and the need for validation You look to my broken soul as a means to a confession Empty but full at the same time We are oxymorons... sane but insane crossing the dotted line You think I am perfect but I am not and I think you are... Amazing, but I missed a spot We are both in search of our selves but we need a lot Of time and we have it but we think we don’t Time is an illusion a medium used as a crutch for excuses But I think you’re perfect and you’re not Social media was a good thing but it traps us now Not me and you but the whole generation We tend to follow a crowd Phony lives on makeshift blogs Our lives are canvases painted in invisible ink I guess I missed a spot Gradually fulfilling our everyday needs We still look for validation from others who don’t hold the key The key to our minds This generation lacks the ability to access our sensitivities Afraid of rejectio...