Rebels Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Those who can't figure it out
rebel;
call themselves rebels
make a lot of noise,
create a lot of chaos.

A cover for the lost and confused
'how dare you say I can't,
when I know I can;
just because
I don't know how to do it YOUR way.'

And so they say 'screw you!
I'll launch out on my own and make it ok,
do it the way I want.'
BUT,
it will all come back again one day...

when youth has faded
when rebellion is gone
when they want to be heard
when they need to really matter.