This is such a powerful and introspective poem, Sir Taraz — I especially appreciate how you bring it all together by placing the self at the center of it all in that final line: “is me.” It’s not just an observation of a generation or a cultural moment; it’s a deeply personal reflection, where you step into the frame not just as the writer, but as the living embodiment of the struggle being described.

The way you close the poem gives it such weight — like everything before it was leading to that quiet yet bold declaration. It reminds me of standing in front of a wide, open window and realizing that although the world is vast and shifting, the one constant, the one undeniable presence, is the person looking out.
The impression you gives the person looking out with no involvement is a good way to make the readers the difficult relation between us and the outside of the window.
It feels like we're peering into a moment suspended between youth and adulthood, freedom and consequence.
And then by the end, it becomes clear: this isn't just about anyone — it's about you, it's about us.
Really moving work.
Thanks for sharing something so honest and resonant.