I'm not, just that kid. I'm not, just that lad. I'm not, just that little boy who thought he could have much more then God intended him to. That one person who gives all and gets f**k all back. But what can I moan? Who gave me the right to moan about my life? It's controlled by so many things. Not one of them actually relating to me. All just something to follow the "trend." I mean, what actually is "trend?" I suppose it's the one thing that runs everyone's lives without being questioned. Nothing matters as long as you're following the "trend." Can you remember the last time you said no to a trend? ... That's because you don't, it just doesn't happen. You see a mate with a certain type of boots and feel the need to get the same pair but with maybe a different colour lace. A different name on the tag. A different pattern on the bottom of the boot.
Who cares, apart from everyone! You just feel the need to keep up an appearance, not dropping your guard, not allowing yourself to leave the safety of your house without a certain level of confidence. And what for? So a bunch of little slags don't kick you out of their little gang! Desperate
No one tells you anything as well! You hear your name being mentioned behind you and when you ask, they deny it. What's the point, I know your talking about me so why not just tell me. Save us all the trouble! But no, you'd much rather keep it quiet and have some one who I never talk to, come up to me and ask me if it was true. I have no idea what they're on about but I just say no guessing it's you trying to f**k up my life once again. Just grow up! I don't get it. Year 7 every one gets along, happy days. But then year 8 comes, and make-up is introduced and the bitching begins. Year 9 the whole thing just turns upside down and you argue about the daftest things, bitching and pulling each others hair out is all you can think about. Where as year 10 things cool down, but you can't go a month or two with out having to argue with the person you class as your "bf for life". And then Year 11... All problems and grudges are forgotten. People mature and pathetic young girls grow up into elegant cows! I just hate it!
It's even worse when they wear clothes that a twenty odd year old would wear when going out clubbing, looking for a bloke to get lucky with. But to have a 12/13 year old girl walk around wearing a bloody mini skirt or 10 inch stilettos. It's just wrong! It's actually sickening! But what can I do? People don't listen to me, they just nod and agree. They don't really care to be honest, do they? Not my problem though I guess. But I'd hate to meet the parents...
And I guess I should slow down a bit. All this ranting is getting to me and making me burn inside. But I know it's all true, and you know its all true but will anything actually change?
Of course not!
