When words fall out of my mouth like pearls falling in the moonlight they sound like poetry. How can i control them when i was born in a dead generation. Where people say what they dont mean and mean what they dont say. Where social media and technology matter more than relationships. Where people fake their lives just to impress the crowd. Where materials matter more than actual happiness. Where shame is displayed with pride. Where people cover their phones more than their bodies. Where people protect their image but not their souls. Where deception is a replica of the truth. Where kindness is a weakness and arrogance is strength. Where love is a game and hearts are a playground. Where colour,race and creed divides people. Where other lives matter more than others. Where religion divides people instead of uniting them. A generation where love died A generation with no pride of its culture and heritage. A generation cursed by what is supposed to bless it