Be me

Why can't i be me?

Why is it so hard to be me?
Why can't I just be set free?
Im captured in a place called school
Where I have to follow every rule
Im tired of thist drama, and s**t
I'm ready to set this place on fire
The match is lit to get rid of my friends pain
As the dark cloud starts to rain
Get rid of this overly dramatic stress
Were tired of this,
We need less I don't want those stupid responisibilites and rules
I dont want a teacher to use those method and tools
I'm ready to break out of this hard shell
I'm ready to start fighting back, which you vompell
I don't want this stuff anymore
As I lay sobbing on the floor
So take your god damn rules and chores
And shove them up your a*s
You better be prepared, fast
I'm done I'm threw I quit thus mature life
I'm ready to bring out the knife
take your un-kidly ways
I don't want them anymore
I told you I'm threw
I'm not going to be your mrs perfect
I'm not going to be popular
I'm not going to be anything for you
Theres no point to prove you wrong
Your nothing to me
You make no difference.
Your nothing to me

Author's Note

Ignore spelling errors.

Reviews

[K. Aurora]

I have to say WOW! To this one.
Full of frustration and anger. You capture the feeling of being trapped in todays society of rules andd regulations perfectly. I may not condone the acts of violence in society, but I this poem, it help bring out the full force feeling.

Nice piece!