We are the young

Life is hard, and cruel, and tough,
The truth is that we're not strong enough.
We worry, and toil, and face such strife, 
with all of this we cannot live a life.

There's no place for calm and play,
For we stress over our fees to pay. 
We work all day for very little wage, 
Even if it sends our health into a rage. 

We are the young, we are the afraid, 
We don't know what sad games life will play.
I have many thoughts, but I cannot say, 
For in this world, I have no place.