Anxious Generation

Scrolling through another sleepless night. Blue light glow, but nothing feels right.

Drowning in debt with a plastic smile. Therapy's a luxury once in a

while. We laugh it off, but it's killing slow.

We medicate just to make it go. Dreams postpone, bills and the

rent, the voices loud inside our heads. We're the anxious generation,

born on burnout, raised on doubt. Crying in the bathroom stall, but we still

clock in, we still crawl. We're the anxious generation, fighting shadows in

the light. Living just to make it through, trying to prove we'll be