O teenager, I feel pity for you

Won't you stop this?

Endless chaotic world inside you and your character carries thousands of contradictions, thousands of persons.

Where are you?

And which one of them are you?

Nothing characterizes you: Your clothes, your style, and your expressions; they are all fake!

You are confused in thousands of things. You do not know but the latest types of mobiles, the latest ring tones and songs which your ears cannot miss, and the latest nonsense.

O you teens who live among futile things, you make me laugh much when you stumble in your words trying to imitate others and when you joke to draw attentions, and you make me feel that you are bigger when you laugh.

I feel pity for you.