I’m the kid at the back of the class,
Whom no one chooses to like.
I like to wear black,
and hang with my friends,
Especially during the night.
Preps talk about me,
For I am different,
They aren’t too excited about change.
The often say I am wrong for my beliefs,
And shall pay for it someday.
One of these days, It will stop.
For I am sick of their shit,
And what them to pay.
But as of now, I will just sit here,
And wait for that wonderful day.