Bad Kids

Bad Kids, written by Anjali Sethi

And perhaps, those bad kids fought great wars and lost,
Their blood splattered on your mahogany walls,
And you handed them a bucket to clean their shit off the stalls,
And perhaps who you’re blaming is you.

And perhaps, those bad kids fought great wars and lost,
Against your venom spitting games,
And these lessons they had in bruises of black and blue,
Your poison penetrating,
They screamed and cried, but you turned a blind eye,
And perhaps, who you call fucked up is really you.

So excuse me if I say,
Take a step back, you’ve lost the respect you once had,
We stand against you in exteriors of funeral attires, piercings and tattoos,
Getting laid for the night just to feel some human,
But in the morning,
We’re here and burying you.

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Anjali Sethi

I am Anjali Sethi, a 17-year-old writer based in India. I started writing really early on and gained the confidence to share my poetry fairly recently.

I’m currently finishing high school and striving to find myself in my words. I love listening to music, cooking, pondering about life and enjoying some hot chocolate in bed.

My poetry stems from my insecurities, self-doubts and heartbreaks, and also documents my hopes for a happier life. You can follow me on Instagram; @donutxcupcake to read more of my poetry.

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