I am

I am a sponge.

Absorbing everything,

Filled to capacity.

But I am shrinking,

Ingesting the poisons

Of a toxic society.

I am a mirror.

Reflecting an image

Of the world you want to see.

But I am broken,

And all that’s left

Are fragments of a tragedy.

I am a balloon.

Inflated with the hope

Of those who believe.

But I am leaking,

There’s a gap in logic

And dreams are depleting.

I am a door.

Open to the change

Occurring; inevitably.

But I am closing,

Following the minds

Of those who were meant to lead.

I am a bridge.

Forever linking enemies

And bringing a peace.

But I am crumbling,

Into the ever-growing void

Between honor and sanity.

I am a cup.

Full to the brim

With expectant promises.

But I am overflowing,

Each empty promise left unfulfilled

And trust a mere fantasy.

I am a generation.

Handed the future

For all posterity.

But I am underachieving,

Disillusioned by a world

In desperate need of saving.

I am we.