Testing

We are the broken youth of tomorrow
Pieces of yesterday and today
Dynamite dancers
Misfits, cynics, arguers, talkers, manic heart breakers.
Call us the broken ones
Call it the year of the broken ones
We lay here beneath the stars,
Looking up, trying to find bits of ourselves in the universe.
We climb things,
getting higher
Checking to see if gravity can reach us up here.
We dig holes, 
going below
finding ourselves scattered among the scum of society.
Away from the reach of the light
we sit
and we realize 
The problem was never below us,
above us,
or behind us.  
It was always right here, inside of us,
hiding behind our lack of love for the world.