I'm a steel stud
In a world of Barbie Dolls
I wonder
What would happen if I went plastic?
If I conformed?
But then I remember
What's a world without a rebel?
Rebels
That's who I am
That's who we are
The ones with the dark looks
The dyed hair
The sharp eyeliner
The kids
The kids that feel alone
Or depressed
Or anxious
Or anything but normal
Those kids
They are the metal in a world of plastic
The ones who scream
"I'M NOT O-FUCKING-KAY!!!!"
The ones who turn the music all the way up
And never have any regrets
The ones who go out in leather and denim
The ones who say
"Fuck you!
"Fuck capitalism!
"Fuck the government!
"Fuck school!
"Fuck all of you!"
The ones who get detention for mouthing off to the teachers
(but we all know it's the teacher's fault for being wrong)
The ones who stare you dead in the eyes and say
"So what if you don't agree? This is me, deal with it."
Those are the kids
The kids that are steel studs in a world of Barbie Dolls
The metal in a world of plastic
YOU ARE READING
Truly Living: a collection of poems
PoetryJust me... Exploring the art of poetry... Um, good luck? For real though, this is something I've been working on for forever and I would prefer if I could not receive hate. Thanks!
