Bad Boy Stereotype

I Just Started Writing So Its Not That Great.

At home he was known as their prde and joy

At school they knew him as the troublesome bad boy.

He had jet black hair and stood at five foot seven

He was a scrawny little thing, only weighed one hundred and eleven.

His skin was a very light shade of caramel, and his eyes a nice grassy green

But when you saw his smile it looked as if he were keenly and mean.

Everywhere he'd go he wore black from head to toe

He would blend with the night like a crow.

He was always in trouble, trying to fit the part

But little did they know he had straight A's on his report card.

He loved the attention being a bad boy gave him

Though he hated drugs, it was like his own personal brand of heroin.

He would stalk the halls like he owned the place

While trying to keep that loathsome look off his face.

It was fighting he loved, mostly done in the rain

Though victorious, it was he who would go home and cry in pain.

He was quite sensitive when it came to his feelings

But in the end it was the bad boys the girls found appealing.

He hated the feeling, loved the attention, and couldn't stand rejection

So he put on a fake smile and pretended to be a bad boy for the affection.

Reviews

[Tasha]

This was amazing!! I really enjoyed it. I hope to read more from you.
♥ Ta'Shandra

[deeps]

WOW!!!
This is a write, I so loved this.
Wonderful flow and rhyme scheme.
Hope to read more poems by you.

[Siilent_Friiend]

My first so not perfect