You see that’s just it!
You don’t understand,
You never have
And you never will.
Once upon a time you too were young,
Until time got a hold of you.
Now you attempt to guide me using your wisdom,
But it’s not quite the same
Because the guidance you show me is obscured.
Obscured by the world and the scars it’s given you,
Obscured by the prejudices you’ve come to know,
And obscured by the faded memory of who you once used to be.
I don’t blame you for it,
For one day I shall do the same.
The task is a colossus one,
To understand the mind of a teenager
When I myself don’t quite get it yet.
So it’s not that I’m mad at you
And it’s not that I hate you
You don’t understand.