Wasted

• Christina Thai, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2012

Looking back, I’m afraid.
Afraid that I’m not good enough.
Oh, how they have told us
to be aware.
Those devilish heart stealers
will wipe us all away.
We’ll be wasted,
oh, how our hearts
will be stolen, used and unprotected.
Oh, how we will be so sorry,
that we thought real love ever
did exist for us.
For us; for our generation.