To the Beat of the Drum

I am young and free
Yet I don’t know who to be 
I don’t like a boy 
is that really 
so bad
why can’t I ignore these 
destructive words inside my head
people always seem to die 
when you need them most
and I just keep puttering along
to the beat of the drum

Popular perfect pretty girls 
disgust me 
I think odd is beautiful
how do I know if what
I do has meaning
does it truly matter 
how I live my life
why do I just go along 
with their idea of fun
it’s like slipping into a second, slimy skin
and I just keep puttering along 
to the beat of the drum

no one knows that I’m flawed inside
they only look at the outside and criticize
I earned my spot
you can’t convince me to concede it 
why do the people who are supposed to support me
steal all my confidence
I can never measure up to “her”
will I ever learn to live 
before I die 
and I just keep puttering along 
to the beat of the drum

Author's Note

looking for feedback :)

Reviews

[Rye]

I really like the first stanza, so truthful. nicely expressed emotions.