I wrote this when I was having a headache

We're the mistake of our parents
What's left of the God sent
The lazy afternoons
When mom and dad never went
We're what they never wanted us to be
Repeating in their history
But we will never know
Because "they don't even talk to me"
We're the followers of media
Intrinsic factor to the anemia
Sad how we need to supplement
Just so we can meet the quota
We're the rejects of expectation
Who makes up most of the nation
But we run with scissors in blindfolds
Inflicted with infected lesions
We're the ignored needy bastards
Famed for crashing your first car
Never praised for your art
But punished for bad report cards