Suburban Nightmares

We're the kids your mother warned you about. We're the neighborhood boys who flirted with dangerous thoughts and the neighborhood girls who mingled with perilous dresses. Our battle scars are in the form of tattoos and piercings and our killer smiles. We're the kids whose fathers' beat us daily. We're the rascals whose mothers' are alcoholics. We're the survivors. Our art can be seen in the streets, our music in the depths of underground parties, our literature in the hands of Bradbury, Orwell, and Plath. Our struggle unites us and is projected in our actions. We fight against ignorance, we spread truth, we live. So please continue to immortalize us in your warnings. Speak of our names in hushed tones. And hate us because you will never understand our lifestyles. Our pain, tears, and motivation. But secretly love us because you admire our work.