Just a PunkA Poem by David the writer
Why can't I sleep if I'm always tired
If I'm an artist how am I so uninspired Between school and real day to day I've got to say there's no real easy way I guess I'm just a punk With a brain full of hard rock and gunk I look best in leather I starve myself so I can be as thin as a feather Who I am, and who I'm supposed to be Are far different as you may see But being the bad guy isn't all bad At least I don't have to wear suspenders and plaid I make people angry when I speak some days But it's no bother to me anyways When you speak the truth people get uneasy It's because everyone has their lies, if you ask me Why is it so hard to walk through these halls And why do I feel so unsafe locked behind these stalls I'm no victim, but I've been struck By the happenings between these walls in which I'm stuck The voices in my head always call me scum And maybe school is easy, and I'm just dumb I guess there's no time to think I gotta do homework or my grades will sink © 2016 David the writer |
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