Beanie on my head,
Headphones everpresent
Punk and metal in my ears,
I’m never quiet:
You might think I’m a stoner.
A smile never leaves my face
I’m a teenager, almost 17
I love to have fun,
And don’t take things seriously:
Doesn’t mean I do drugs.
I love to eat my weight in junk
I’m rebellious, and talk out of turn
Skinny jeans and stud belts,
I’m invincible, untouchable:
You might call me a bad kid.
They say I’m a bad influence,
Bossy and loud, witty and stubborn
They don’t see my intelligence,
Just because you see me:
Doesn’t mean you know me.
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