Punk Nobody

The way I look

and the way I dress

does not define me 

as the person I am.

In reality,

we are all a bunch of nobodies

trying to become sombodies

from the dust

But as we are kicked

under the feet of those

who have just given up

our title has become defeated.

We are back below the ground

in our world

where no one knows our names

but the know what we look like.

That girl with the pink hair

that boy who looks nervous all the time

that one girl who wears sweatshirts in summer

that one boy who skips school all the time.

We are all a bunch of punk nobodies

looking for a place to be somebody.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Excuse my lack of punctuation and/or grammar, I just quickly typed this up.