Just a Punk

Just a Punk

A 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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Why can't I sleep if I'm always tired
If I'm an artist how am I so uninspired

Can really relate to those lines

Posted 3 Years Ago

I like it... Im not a very good reviewer sorry

Posted 3 Years Ago

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