Perfectly Imperfect Me

People say,

This generation,

Is messed up,

Because we are,

Too young,

Too selfish,

And too blind,

To amount to anything,

But how can we,

In a world of such doubts?

We have already,

Been judged,

Justified,

And passed over,

And I can only hope,

That one day,

Those people,

Won’t be right.